#and as far as he knows steve is just competitive and likes to win and for danny to eat his words

[teruel-a-witch]

a fake dating/undercover au where steve decides to use the opportunity to show danny that he can be a great boyfriend, since danny keeps talking about how steve is the least romantic person he's ever met, etc and steve is determined to prove danny wrong (danny does seem to appreciate his looks, so maybe the problem is he doesn't see steve as boyfriend material) and steve truly outdoes himself and is the best damn boyfriend danny could ever dream about...

...which backfires spectacularly because it only makes danny furious: he thinks it's all one big joke to steve and he's taunting him with what he could never have (albeit unwittingly because danny doesn't think he's intentionally cruel).

poor steve doesn't know what he did wrong because he did everything right and still it wasn't good enough.

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One TwentyThree

This Chapter is NSFW

Steve blinks awake; something woke him, some movement. Eddie. Eddie’s half flopped across Steve’s back where Steve’s laid on his stomach. He’s kissing his way across Steve’s shoulders, “twen-ty two,” he whispers haltingly to himself, then another soft kiss, “twe-n-ty three.”

Steve stretches, his shoulders still aching from finishing the pool yesterday. Eddie had helped a little, mostly holding the hose and washing down the sides. Even with Jon as an extra pair of hands it had still taken hours. Steve shifts, dislodging Eddie a little, “what you doing baby?”

“Winning.”

Steve snorts a laugh, “how do you mean?”

“Eddidie try more kisses,” he kisses Steve again, “twen-ty four.”

Steve rolls over, “I didn’t realize giving kisses was a competition.”

Eddie darts forward, kissing Steve on the cheek this time, but Steve manages to grab him and get him back, making Eddie giggle, “Eddidie twen-ty five. Stee One.”

“Oh you come here you cheater, I’m gonna’ win.”

Steve sighs as he hangs up the phone. Keith is a prick, and he’s always going to be a prick, who even works at nine in the morning on New Years day? Steve is certain that the store actually closes for New Years day and Keith has invented that shift just to torture Steve.

And he’s on the close on New Years eve which just...sucks. He sighs again. At least that one is with Robin. It’s like he wants to punish both of them.

“Okay Stee love?”

“I’m okay, but I’ve got to go back to work in a couple of days.”

Eddie frowns, “Eddidie work?”

“I...yeah. Maybe. When you’re ready yeah?”

Eddie looks a little sad, but he agrees, “Stee work time calendar?” Eddie goes off and gets a pen before Steve answers, and then waits, watching as Steve writes the shift times he has so far in the boxes on Eddie’s calendar.

Eddie squints at it, “called am p-m?” He says A M like the word, ‘am,’ and Steve knows he really needs to get onto those books Eddie got for Christmas.

“A.M is in the morning, and P.M is the afternoon. The night time.”

“Nine morning, nine night time?” Eddie asks, pointing.

“You got it baby…what do you want to do today?”

Eddie perks up immediately, “drive car?”

“I...yeah. You know what, fuck it, what’s Hopper going to do, arrest us?”

“Fuck it!” Eddie crows back, a massive grin on his face.

“Huh...I don’t know if I should tell you off or not. It feels like I should but that also feels dumb.”

“Feels dumb. Called arrest?”

“Oh it’s…so if Hopper finds someone who does something bad, he locks them away to keep everyone else safe?”

“Someone who...hurts people?” Eddie volunteers cautiously while they get their shoes on.

“Yeah. Yeah like that. It keeps everyone else safe, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on, get your jacket.”

The ruins of Starcourt are pretty comprehensively taped and fenced off...but half the lot isn’t. Eddie eyes the ruin speculatively, “Eddidie in before?”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s where you were when I found you.”

Eddie frowns, leaning over to touch Steve’s face delicately, around his eyes, the bridge of his nose,“Stee hurt.”

“I was, but that was ages ago now. I’m fine.”

Eddie accepts that, so Steve sits and explains to him what all the parts of the car do, how to put it in drive, and back into park, and then lets Eddie do it from the passenger seat. Then puts the seat all the way back, letting Eddie lean over to watch his feet, he shows him how to go and how to stop. He doesn’t bother with stuff like indicators yet, not wanting to over complicate things.

Eddie seems alright with all of it, and Steve figures he does trust Eddie; Eddie does pick shit up really really fast.

They swap seats, “okay, so, what do we do first?” Eddie reaches for the key where it hangs in the ignition, “ah ah,” Steve chides. “What’s first?”

Eddie thinks for a second before sheepishly clicking his belt on; Steve does the same, “now?”

“Sure baby, you can go now.”

Eddie starts the car, grinning big as it starts up. Steve watches as Eddie does the brake and carefully puts it in drive, “good?”

“Yeah, go on then, carefully though. Slow.”

“Carefully, slow.”

And Eddie does, the car inches forward, then picks up a little speed. Eddie’s leaning all the way forward in his seat, chest practically pressed against the wheel, both hands studiously at ten and two. They're probably doing all of a brisk walking speed, maybe a jog, but Eddie’s got a massive happy grin on his face. “Okay, turn then,” Eddie does, making random loops across the lot and then back again. “Okay, stop.” Eddie does, carefully shifting his feet. It jolts a little when they come to a full stop, Eddie pressing too sharply.

“Sorry.”

“That’s okay, put her in park.” Eddie does, “okay, good, go on then, go again.”

Eddie does, and they do go a little faster, Eddie slowly gaining confidence.

They stop a few times, Steve explaining about the mirrors and then sets Eddie the challenge of parking the car up between the white lines in the empty spaces.

They go until Eddie’s stomach rumbles audibly, Steve completely having lost track of time, “okay, time to go home.”

Eddie nods agreeably, “home.”

They’re laid on the couch together, Eddie’s holding open one of the kids books he got for Christmas, sounding out the letters and making out the words. He never ceases to amaze Steve with just how fast he picks this stuff up.

Steve helps occasionally, but Eddie seems to be able to, mostly, intuit how the words should sound by working through the letters. He keeps digging Steve with his elbow though, when he shifts to itch his stomach, keeps wriggling around, and it only seems to be getting worse.

“What are you scratching at?” Eddie puts the book down, pulling his shirt up so they can both see; part of Eddie’s stomach looks like it’s peeling, like bad sunburn. It only seems to have been made worse by Eddie’s itching, the skin pink and lined.

Steve hums, “lets go put some cream on that.”

Investigation only revels more patches of dry flaking skin, randomly all over Eddie’s body. Steve was there when Eddie got dressed this morning, so he’s one hundred percent certain that these weren’t here then. The more he looks the more he finds, they’re up Eddie’s back, and under Eddie’s bobble hat looks like the worse case of dandruff Steve’s ever seen.

“I hope you’re not allergic to something.”

“Called allergic?”

“It’s- I. I don’t even know how to explain this,” Steve sighs, “sometimes people...something doesn’t agree with them?” Eddie tilts his head, scratching absently at his thigh, Steve gently pulls his hand away, “don’t itch it. Okay...for some people, just very few, laundry powder makes their skin itchy. For no reason, it just...happens. Or some food. Maybe just one person can’t eat nuts, it’ll make them hurt.”

Eddie frowns, but nods, using his free hand to scratch at his back, so Steve grabs that hand, too.

“We should call Joyce, she might know what to do with the itching.” The cream doesn’t seem to be helping, it’s just making Eddie itchy and greasy at the same time.

“Call Joyce yes.”

“Hello?”

“Oh, hey, Will. Is Joyce home?”

“Sure yeah, just a minute. Can we come over to the store tomorrow? Mike said Nancy said Robin said you’re going back to work tomorrow morning?”

And Steve can hear Mike in his head, ‘and Steve’s at least good for his stupid staff discount,’ “Yeah, yeah sure-”

“Cool so we can come watch stuff tomorrow afternoon?”

“I-yeah,” Steve looks at where Eddie is using a door frame to scratch between his shoulder blades, rubbing back and forth aggressively, “yeah, maybe.”

“Cool, okay, see you tomorrow!”

There’s a moment of quiet, and then, “hello?”

“Oh, hi, Joyce. It’s, uhm...Eddie’s kind of, itchy? Like he’s suddenly peeling all over? Do you know what we could do?”

“Oh...well when the boys had had chicken pox I put them in the bath with some baking soda, that helped?”

“Okay, okay yeah, I’ll give that a go, I just don’t know why this is happening.”

“It does kind of make sense, new born babies peel.”

“They do?” Steve asks, slightly horrified.

“Yeah, yeah, usually happens sort of within the first week, I think. What was his first poop like?”

“I-” Steve stalls for a second, this conversation having just taken a really weird turn, “I don’t know, hang on,” Steve pulls the phone away from his ear, “Eddie?”

Eddie comes over, “Joyce says the peeling is normal, we can go have a bath in a minute, it might make it better, okay?”

“Together?” Eddie asks, and Steve can hear Joyce snickering down the phone, clearly having heard it.

Steve just ignores that whole thing, “what was your first poop like?”

Eddie wrinkles his nose, “green. Sticky.”

Really? Steve thinks, green? Steve puts the phone back to his ear, “did you hear that?”

“Yeah, that makes sense Steve, it all tracks. He’s just like a newborn.”

That is...not appealing, Steve can’t help but think.

Eddie’s skin sloughs off like something out of a horror movie. Once lubricated by the warm water, made to feel slick with the baking soda, it comes away in great curling pieces. Eddie picks at himself with his claw like nails, Steve leaning over the edge and getting all the little flakes with a loofah. Steve gets to Eddie’s feet, and Eddie giggles and tries to drag his foot away when Steve gets to the arch, thrashing in surprise.

“You’re ticklish!” Steve tells him, delighted.

“Not,” Eddie insists, almost immediately.

“Alright, so you won’t mind if I-” Steve pins his ankle in the water, using his other hand to tickle Eddie’s foot.

Eddie thrashes, water going everywhere, “stop. No. Stee, Stee, stop,” he can barely get the words out he’s laughing and thrashing so much, but Steve takes mercy on him and doesn’t do it for long.

Eddie’s still laughing after, trying to catch his breath, wriggling his toes and watching in amazement. Once he’s settled down, he reaches into the water, bending a knee to reach and tickle his own foot, then frowning when nothing happens, “Stee? Not ticklish.”

“Oh,” Steve says the picture of innocence, “let me try?”

Eddie nods, watching, and then instantly fighting again, laughing, Steve’s clothes are wet with splashed water, “Stee Stee noooooo,” Eddie wails, but when Steve stops again he’s grinning, all flush and breathless.

“Ticklish,” Steve tells him.

“Stee ticklish?”

“Nope,” Steve lies confidently, there is no way in hell he’s giving Eddie that one.

“Why ticklish time Stee touch, not ticklish time Eddidie touch?”

“I...you know I don’t actually know why you can’t tickle yourself. Just one of those things, I guess,” he says, shrugging, “right I think you’re all done, most of it’s gone, right?”

“Most of it’s gone, right.”

Eddie’s still flaking the last tiny bits as he dries off, but it seems to be pretty much done; Eddie drops his towel in the hamper, and pouts when Steve makes him put his hat in there too, “it’s covered in skin, we can do laundry and you’ll have it back, okay?”

“Okay. Bed now?”

“It’s too early for bed-” Eddie comes and stands in front of Steve, completely naked, pressing himself forward, holding Steve’s hips, “ohhhhh...bed now. Sure, yep, we can do that.”

Eddie grins, peeling Steve’s damp shirt up, Steve lifting his arms to help. Eddie drops it carelessly on the floor, going next for Steve's pants, pulling everything down in one go and letting it drop so that Steve can step out of it and kick it away. Steve takes Eddie by the hips and walks him back towards the bed.

Eddie goes easily, shuffling his way back, Steve crawling on after him to climb between Eddie’s parted legs, keeping his weight off Eddie and on his forearms, leaning down for more hungry kisses.

Steve feels it when Eddie’s dick slips out, the head nuzzling against Steve’s pubic hair as Steve’s own cock starts to firm up, to fill out. Eddie’s dick isn’t as intimidating now Steve knows it can’t bite him, those little nobbles are too small to do anything, and even when it was holding on as tight as it could to Steve’s thumb, during Eddie’s orgasm, it didn’t hurt at all.

Steve reaches down to adjust himself, pulling his hardening cock up to lie against the crease of Eddie’s hip, rather than being trapped pointing down. Eddie’s cock follows Steve’s fingers immediately, and Steve stops a second to pet it, stroking along the length before he goes back to resting on both arms, leaning in for more kisses.

Eddie wraps his arms around Steve’s shoulders, parting his legs naturally to accommodate Steve as he settles in, Eddie drawing his knees up a little. The position is close enough that it makes Steve think...makes him remember a thought he'd had from the first time, “can we try something?”

“Eddidie try,” Eddie replies easily.

“Okay, but I need to make you come first, alright?” Eddie nods, clearly very happy with that plan.

Steve hums, thinking. Eddie’s never had sex with anyone else; Eddie is, also, a creature from The Upside Down. Eddie bit Steve’s toes off and it never got infected, and they’ve also kissed and touched a lot and Steve’s never gotten sick, never shown any sign of catching anything. There doesn’t seem to be any possibility that Eddie might be a...carrier, of some sort of disease but...on the balance of probability, Steve figures better safe than sorry. Steve’s been with plenty of girls, but he’s always used protection, so he’s pretty sure that he’s clean but...what if he isn't, and he inadvertently gives something to Eddie? Steve has no idea what Eddie’s immune system might be like and...yeah. Eddie definitely can’t make an informed choice around all this, at least, not yet. So.

He leans over, shifting off Eddie a little to rummage in the top drawer, his fingers fiddling in the box until he manages to pull out a condom.

He leaves the wrapper there on the bed, in easy reach.

“Called?”

“Oh, it’s a condom. I’ll show you what it’s for in a bit, okay?”

Eddie nods, accepting that, before pulling Steve down for more kisses. Soft and sweet, with just a hint of Eddie’s only slightly too sharp teeth. They kiss, Steve taking his time, just enjoying the feeling of Eddie holding him. Eddie’s hands are just as curious as his mind, left to their own devices they roam every bit of Steve they can reach, flowing the dip of his spine and the curve of his ass. Groping and kneading at his shoulders, the tops of his arms. Buried in his hair, scratching gently and tugging lightly. Steve drinks it all in; can feel how much Eddie loves him, how intent every touch is. Like Eddie’s memorizing him.

Like every inch of Steve is precious.

Likewise Eddie’s cock is wriggling back and forward between them, burrowing it's way through the narrow space, the head rubbing against Steve’s hip and then nuzzling into his pubes; he feels it when the head opens, the flower petals pressing against Steve’s skin before moving on. He feels it when Eddie’s cock finds the base of his own, it seems to wriggle around it, the head pressing against one side and withdrawing, only to creep along the other. The petals open, grasping at the hard flesh at the base of Steve’s dick. He moans, rutting against the crease of Eddie’s thigh, Eddie’s dick following the movement, hanging on in a gentle clutch at Steve’s flesh.

Eddie likes it too, if the huffing, breathy little sighs he’s letting out are anything to go by, so Steve doesn’t stop. He lifts enough to look down between their bodies, and Eddie does the same. The black flower petals are a stark contrast against the skin of Steve’s cock; they’ve latched to the side, near the base, and a thick drip of precome stretches a connection between the head of Steve’s cock and the skin of Eddie’s hip.

Eddie starts wriggling, hips lifting, “Stee. Please more? Eddidie come.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve lets his hips rest against the cradle of Eddie’s again, keeping his weight on his forearms he leans in for kisses that Eddie returns eagerly, matching the movements of Steve’s hips with an enthusiastic slide of his own, Steve’s cock slippery wet now with precome, “you close to coming baby?”

Eddie frowns, head tilted back, letting Steve kiss and nip at his throat, “yes no.”

“Okay,” and Steve can’t keep doing this for that much longer, otherwise he’s going to come and that’ll be the end of his idea, “want me to touch you?”

“Yes. Touch good.”

“Okay,” Steve pulls off completely then, letting himself tilt to the side. Eddie’s dick looks like it’s stretched to the absolute limit, clearly not wanting to let go of Steve. Steve reached down, distracting it with the touch of fingers; it goes eagerly. Once Eddie’s dick has let go, Steve rolls the rest of the way to lie on his hip, the same as last time, snugged up against Eddie’s side. He takes Eddie’s eager cock in hand more naturally this time, more sure of what he’s doing.

He kisses Eddie’s cheek, and Eddie turns into it. He’s clearly distracted, his kisses sloppier now, wetter, half the time his mouth hanging open as he pants and moans quietly, Steve’s thumb working circles across the open head of Eddie’s cock.

Eddie whimpers, “okay?”

Eddie shakes his head, frowning, “not-not coming.” He squirms, face crinkled up in frustration and, possibly, discomfort, so Steve stops but Eddie immediately says, “no. More touch,” so Steve starts up the gentle movements of his thumb. Eddie’s hips squirm more, his cock pulsing and twitching, almost bucking in Steve’s hand; he’s so close, Steve knows he is, there’s just something stopping him.

Eddie needs more, and Steve doesn’t know what to do for him; it’s not like Eddie has nipples he can play with, “baby, what do you need?”

“Rough,” Eddie says suddenly, and oh, Steve gets that, maybe his thumbs tugging a little. He sits up, leaning over same as before, letting his mouth fill with spit. He pins Eddie’s cock still, but it’s wriggling so much that only half of it lands on target, the rest spattering on the webbing between Steve’s finger and thumb.

Steve doesn’t have chance to even get his thumb back in place, that’s enough, Eddie’s hips bucking as he cries out, the loudest noise he’s made so far. The flower petals half close, then open a little, doing a weird little celebratory Mexican wave type thing as Eddie’s back arches sharply, and his right leg twitches violently.

Steve just rides it out, letting Eddie’s body lift his own as Eddie’s hips roll again and again. Eventually it passes and Eddie settles, “okay baby?”

Eddie hums, his cheeks flush and his brown eyes bright, “perfect okay.”

Steve snorts a laugh, “all done?”

Eddie nods, then sighs with contentment, “inied.”

“Good,” Steve lets his cock go, it’s almost funny how it sort of lays down, like a little drunk dude just lying right there on the floor. “Still up for trying something?”

Eddie nods.

“Okay,” Steve clambers up, sitting on his knees next to Eddie, he opens the condom and then, pinching the end, carefully rolls it down to the base of his own cock.

“Why?” Eddie asks, watching with interest now.

“Oh it...well. If you were a girl, it would stop you getting pregnant.”

“Called preg-nant?” Eddie sounds the word out slowly.

“Yeah,” Steve pats his own stomach, trying to word it how Eddie might understand, “planting a baby.”

“Eddidie baby,” Eddie points out.

“Yeah, yeah I know, but I mean baby like...tadpole.”

Eddie sits up then, “tell Eddidie many many baby! Baby called tadpole! Eddidie not kid!”

Steve rubs his face, “oh man,” Steve gets Eddie by the shoulders, but he can’t help but smile, “baby is because...I love you, okay? I know you’re not a tadpole. I know you’re not a kid, okay, it’s just...someone special. Someone important. I love you, okay?”

“Okay,” but Eddie doesn’t look like he’s buying it, at all. And Steve’s sitting here with a throbbingly hard dick and it’s not exactly the conversation he wants to be having right this second.

“Okay, moles? Remember how moles are little animals but moles are also this,” Steve points to his neck, Eddie nods, “two different...but it’s the same word, yeah?”

Eddie’s face lights with understanding, and Steve knows he’s won, “okay, yeah. Eddidie baby.”

“Okay...so how do you feel about me putting my dick in you?” Steve shuffles between Eddie’s legs, his hard cock pointing the way to exactly where he wants to be.

“In? Wet?” Eddie questions. He reaches down to indicate what he means, he uses two fingers, his black oval shaped nails part his glistening wet slit in what is, unintentionally, possibly one of the most erotic things Steve’s ever seen. From where he’s kneeling between Eddie’s spread thighs, he gets a good look at just how wet and pink Eddie is inside, flooded with clear, jello like come.

Steve cock twitches, remembering just how tight it was on his finger, he tries to speak and fails, needing to clear his throat, “yeah, in. Do you want to try?”

Eddie nods, lying back and bending his knees more, letting his thighs fall further apart, the mouth of the slit slick and gaping.

Steve takes a deep breath, letting himself sink forward and down, he takes his weight on one hand where he hovers over Eddie. Using his other hand to guide the head of his dick, notching it at the opening of Eddie’s body.

Eddie's hand flies to Steve’s shoulder, gripping hard, so Steve stops, his eyes dragging, with great difficulty, away from where the rounded head of his condom covered dick is just breaching Eddie, “okay?”

Eddie frowns a little, looking worried, “slowly? Carefully?”

“I-yeah, of course. Eddie we don’t have to do this-”

“Eddidie try,” Eddie insists, “Eddidie tell no.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Eddidie tell no,” he says again, “it doesn’t hurt.”

“Okay, but you’ll tell me if it does hurt?”

Eddie nods, “Eddidie tell ow.”

“Okay,” Steve looks back down to what he’s doing, allowing himself to slide forward just the most fraction of an inch.

Almost immediately Eddie says, “ow.”

Steve freezes, looking back up. “It doesn’t hurt,” Eddie says innocently.

Steve can tell Eddie’s trying, and failing, to hide a grin, “you’re such a little shit.”

Eddie does laugh then, “little shit. Okay, Steve in now. Promise okay now.”

Steve shakes his head, taking a deep breath, he sinks in. Eddie’s channel is narrow, and it grips the sides of Steve’s cock beautifully. Eddie’s come is so thick and wet it slicks the way, and Eddie is just so fucking warm inside. It’s bliss.

He’s so wet inside that when Steve bottoms out, there’s an obscenely wet squelching noise, and Steve can feel the thick gloop of it dripping out and seeping onto his balls, forced out of Eddie’s body by Steve’s cock. “How does that feel? Okay?”

Eddie opens his mouth, closes it again, like he often does when he’s searching his limited vocabulary. He presses a hand to his stomach, lifting it a little to indicate being bloated or...“after Christmas food.”

“Full.”

Eddie nods, “full,” he shifts then, experimentally rolling his hips, and Steve can’t help but moan at the sucking drag of Eddie’s hole on Steve cock. “Good?”

“So good. You’re so so good for me baby, can I move?”

“Go, yes.”

Steve keeps his weight up off of Eddie, mostly because he wants to watch. When he pulls his cock back out, it’s shiny wet, clumps of Eddie’s slick clinging to the condom like slithers of jello. Steve, cautiously, slides all the way back in.

Eddie sighs, lifting one leg to rest his calf on Steve’s back, changing the angle a little so that Steve’s cock is guided now by the bottom of Eddie’s channel, he’s gripped tight on three sides, and it’s not like anything Steve’s ever felt before.

He already knows this is going to be a short show, but he’s pretty sure Eddie said he can’t come like this anyway, so hopefully he doesn’t mind. The glide is so slick Steve rocks in and out easily, his skin warming, the space between them becoming clammy. Steve can distinctly feel that crease of flesh, the pucker he’d found, dragging up and down the underside of his cock with every thrust.

Eddie holds him tight, one hand gripping Steve’s side, the other on his shoulder before it migrates into Steve’s hair when he leans down to kiss Eddie.

His balls are tight and wet with slick where they're nudging up against Eddie's body, and he’s so close already, he just needs his mouth on Eddie, needs Eddie’s tongue in his mouth when he chokes out a groan, “gonna’ come baby,” against Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie’s eyes are alert and bright, watching with interest. He makes little huffing noises when Steve goes particularly deep but otherwise he’s not showing much sign of actually getting off on this, “yes. Come in Eddidie.”

Steve does, his cock twitching as he grinds up tight to Eddie, filling the condom with sticky mess. He’s a little out of breath as he comes down, panting where his face is buried in the crook of Eddie’s neck; Eddie rubbing his back lovingly, “good Stee?”

“Yeah. Yeah so good baby, thank you.”

“Get cleaned up?”

Steve laughs a little, then forces himself to move, reaching between them to grip the condom at the base so he can pull out. Eddie makes a little chirrup of a noise when Steve’s clear of him, a little shiver running the length of his body and then he stretches luxuriously, arms above his head, wriggling his toes, a picture of contentment. All of his crotch is shiny wet, and as Steve watches his dick sort of rolls over and then slowly withdraws.

Steve pulls off the condom and ties it, Eddie watching with interest, then wrinkling his nose when he sees what’s inside, “taste bad.”

“Well I’ve never had any complaints before.”

Eddie trails after Steve into the bathroom, watching as he ditches the condom in the trash, “called complaints?”

“Uhm...no one else, other people, non of them said it tastes bad.”

Steve’s got the shower going, and when he turns, Eddie’s frown is nuclear, his hands on his hips in a determined Steve pose, “other people,” he repeats icily.

“Oh boy.”

Steve sighs. He’s been back to work for, he checks the clock for about the hundredth time, nearly two hours, and he’s already had enough. He’s almost looking forward to the kids showing up. Not that it isn’t nice to finally spend some time with Robin but...he kind of misses Eddie. It’s probably like, the honey moon stage, or whatever, the first shiny new part of a relationship when all you want it them but...still.

When the phone rings, Robin calls, “I’m not getting that.”

Steve sighs, leaving his stack of returns and leaning over the counter to scrabble for the phone, “hello, Family Video, how can I help-”

“Stee love.”

“Eddie? How did you- never mind, you okay?”

“No. Eddidie ow. Hurt.”

“Okay, I’m coming home, not long.” Steve hangs up, “Robs! I just got to go home a second, that okay?”

“Oh no,” she says from where she’s rolling back and forth on the office chair, waiting for a tape to rewind, “whatever will I do in the face of this horde of customers,” there’s currently one dude in the store, “I shall never cope with-”

“Yeah yeah, back soon.”

Steve doesn’t break any traffic laws on the way home, but he probably pushes it. Eddie’s on the couch when Steve gets in, looking alert and watching for Steve, “you okay?”

“Eddidie hurt,” he says, looking sad suddenly.

“Okay, show me.”

And Eddie stalls. Just for a moment, but long enough for Steve to catch it, before he, vaguely, indicates his tummy.

Steve suddenly has an inkling as to what’s going on here, but he comes to sit next to Eddie anyway, resting a gentle hand on his tummy, “hows that.”

Eddie nods, “good. TV?”

“Oh no. If you’re sick, then no TV. We just have to sit quiet.”

“Dinner food?”

“Definitely not. No. Here, lie down.”

Eddie does, but with a frown on his face, “Stee Eddidie out in car?”

“Nope.”

Eddie’s pout has achieved spectacular levels, “why?”

“Because you’re sick.”

It seems to dawn on Eddie that he has been completely caught out in his lie. Steve watches it happen, the emotions slowly play out. Eddie looks like he’s going through the stages of grief or something.

“How did you get works number? To call me?”

“One book,” it sounds like ‘own book.’

Steve hums, “how did you know which number it was?”

Eddie points to Steve’s vest, where it clearly says ‘Family Video’ over the little breast pocket.

“You’re so fucking clever. But I have to go back to work. You’re fine, aren’t you?” Eddie pouts, “you must never tell lies.”

“Called lie?” Eddie asks, shame faced now, plucking at his sleeve.

“Not true.” Steve tugs at his vest, “this is green. True. This is blue. Lie. Eddie is fine, true. Eddie has an ow, lie. We never tell lies.”

“Sorry,” Eddie mumbles.

“It’s okay,” Steve bends down to kiss Eddie on the cheek, “I’ll be back around nine, okay?”

“Steve, you want anything else?”

“No thanks Joyce that was amazing. Here, let me help with dishes, you should sit.”

“No, you’re a guest-”

“Let the kid help-” Hopper starts.

“Because it gets you out of it,” Joyce huffs, but it’s fond, and she leans over and kisses Hop on the cheek.

When Steve gets back, Eddie is sitting on the couch with El, one leg pulled up, his fingers locked together over his shin, “Steve,” she says.

Eddie leans forward, a look of great concentration on his face, “Ste-eee,” he says, but it comes out wobbling and uncertain.

“No, it’s got a ‘v’ in it,” and she makes the ‘v’ sound again, “so, Stee-ve,”

“Vee?” El nods, “Ste-vie?”

Steve’s heart flutters in his chest. Watching them, he feels a strange sense of happiness for Eddie, but also melancholy; he knows he’s about to loose, ‘Stee’. It was inevitable, he knows, Eddie’s getting better at speaking all the time. This was always going to happen.

“Almost, Steve,” she stresses the second part of Steve’s name.

“Steee-vie?” Eddie frowns, looking a bit frustrated that his mouth isn’t cooperating.

“I like Stevie,” Steve says, heading over to them.

Eddie nods, “Ste-vie,” he says proudly, “Stevie love?”

“Sounds good to me,” Steve wedges himself between Eddie and the arm of the couch, then Jon files in and sits on the floor, making room as the coffee table gets shifted. Joyce

Hopper and Mike squeeze onto the other couch, “here kid,” Hopper passes an envelope across.

Out of it fall a drivers license, a passport, a birth certificate. Steve is caught for a second looking at the little picture of Eddie in his wig, and he guesses it works well enough. You have to really squint at the little picture to figure anything is up with it, and even then Steve figures he knows so he's looking for it, and the picture is obviously Eddie. He reads the details on the license, “Edwin!” He says, suddenly outraged, “Munson?! Hopper what the-”

“It’s what it said on the paper!”

“It did not say ‘Edwin’-”

“Eddie is not anyone's name kid, Eddie is always short for something else-”

“Edwin though?!”

“It was the first thing that popped into my head-”

Steve feels Eddie take the stack of papers out of his hands to inspect them, “and Munson? It said Mon-son! With an ‘O’!”

“It did not!” Hopper digs around in his pocket for the scrap of paper Steve had handed him along with the photos, “here, Munson.”

“That’s an ‘O’!”

“Well it looks like a ‘U’!”

“Stevie,” Eddie says carefully, “Stevie love, drive car again now?”

Steve looks over, Eddie’s carefully turning the pages of his new passport, inspecting his license, reading his birth certificate, like all of it is the most precious things he’s ever seen, “yeah,” Steve sighs. “Yeah, yeah of course.” Eddie beams at him.

Hoppers eyebrows are practically in his hair, “what does he mean, ‘again’?”

Part twentyfive

[helpimstuckposting]

I couldn’t get my earlier post out of my head, and then this happened so… I hope you enjoy a little famous!Eddie and dingus!Steve ficlet (ft platonic soulmate Stobin)

Part one | part two | part three

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Steve and Robin had lived in Indy all of their lives. They shared the same schools, same teachers, same jobs, it would never end. They were platonic soulmates in a way they understood but couldn’t explain to anyone else, and that was okay. It worked for them.

Since they graduated, they’d been ice cream scoopers, movie rental employees, pizza makers, delivery drivers, movie theater security, bartenders, and now - surprisingly - musicians.

They had originally started messing around with song covers during their bartending era. Every Thursday was karaoke night, and they were both too competitive to see it as anything other than a chance to win, both trying to upstage the other. After a while, Steve started writing songs in his free time and Robin wouldn’t let anyone but her sing them. She posted their songs on Tiktok and Instagram just to see what would happen, and eventually they made their way onto Spotify and other streaming services.

A few of their songs went viral enough that they had a steady stream of listeners, and spent their free time putting more and more songs together. Their boss even let them play live at the bar on Wednesdays (and of course they’re still just as passionate about karaoke night).

It was a few months into their Wednesday shows when he showed up. Eddie Munson. It was just another bar in Indy, just a stop on their tour, just a coincidence that he happened to choose Robin and Steve’s bar. Steve noticed him during their set, and he was so glad in that moment that Robin was the lead singer because he was absolutely sure his voice would have cracked. Corroded Coffin was one of Dustin’s favorite bands, the kid wouldn’t shut up about them any time a new album or single was released.

Steve knew they were in Indy on tour, he’d witnessed Dustin’s spiral about not being able to afford a ticket, but he couldn’t believe they stopped in this bar. Dustin was gonna freak.

Once Robin and Steve finished their set, they went back to the bar to resume their actual jobs and Steve was once again stunned when Eddie Munson walked right up to him for a drink. Obviously Steve should have expected that, what else was someone going to do at a bar? But seeing someone he knows from the multiple posters plastered over Dustin’s bedroom wall, right in front of him - in the flesh, was beyond anything he could have predicted. Internally, he was absolutely freaking out.

Externally, he tried to keep his professional mask on. Munson was a regular customer, just a guy buying a drink, Steve could handle it without a meltdown. But man was the guy attractive. His band tee was ripped at the hem, jean vest with all its pins and buttons catching the light, and Steve could see the tendon in his neck pull as he laughed at something his band mate next to him said. Steve wanted to bite it.

He finished a customer’s drink, collected their card, and braced himself as Munson stepped up to the bar, a dimpled smile on his face that made Steve’s heart flutter like a dying butterfly in his chest.

“Nice set, man, your friend’s voice is gorgeous,” he said. “Can I get three rum and cokes?”

Grabbing three glasses from the bar, Steve began on the drinks. “Absolutely,” he said, his smile probably nowhere near Eddie’s level. “Are you here often, or just visiting?” Steve asked, attempting to play it cool, like Eddie was just any other person. This is ridiculous, Steve’s gonna throw up. Keep calm.

Eddie looked him up and down and smirked, “Just visiting for the weekend,” he said. A growing lump in Steve’s throat made him want to scream ‘I know!!! I know why you’re here!!! I know who you are!!! Hi!!!’ but he shoved that down as far as it could go, ready to choke on it if need be.

Steve set the finished drinks on the bar in front of Eddie, the musician handing over his card in exchange. “Open or closed?” He asked.

“Open. So, are those songs originals?” Eddie leaned into the bar, putting his face just a bit closer to Steve’s. He was gonna have a heart attack before the night was over, for sure, if Eddie kept this up.

“Oh, yeah, I uh… I wrote them,” Steve stuttered out. This was insane, he could pinch himself, there was no way this situation was happening. Eddie was gorgeous, dimples firmly in place because he wouldn’t stop smiling or smirking, his curls just begging for Steve to bury his hands in them and bring their faces closer. If Steve hadn’t been on the receiving end of hundreds of Dustin’s rants about Corroded Coffin, he knows he’d still want to drag Eddie out back and see what those lips tasted like, if they felt as much like sunshine as they looked.

Eddie nodded appreciatively and looked Steve up and down once again. “I’d love to hear more some time,” he said as he turned to leave, three glasses balanced in his hands.

“Well there’s karaoke here tomorrow night,” Steve blurted out, all attempts at remaining calm flying out the window because was that Eddie flirting with him? How did we get here? “You could stop by if you’ve got any free time.”

Eddie laughed, amusement flickering in his eyes and suddenly Steve remembered chasing fireflies in Robin’s backyard when they were kids. He started walking backwards towards his friends, “I’ll see what I can do!” he said with a raised voice, flashing one more smile that made that butterfly in Steve’s chest absolutely flip out. He was frozen in place, the shock of the whole situation settling deep in his bones. Honestly, Steve wasn’t sure he was still alive. Did he choke somewhere between the stage and the bar? Did he even make it to work in the first place? What day was it?

“Earth to Dingus!” Robin shouted at the other end of the bar. “A little help here?” she frantically gestured around her to the rising number of patrons.

A pretty decently sized mob was forming around the bar, snapping Steve out of his rock-star-induced-coma. He could freak out later in the privacy of his own home, right now he had work to do. And if his brain short circuited every time Eddie ordered drinks, that was nobody’s business but his own (and Robin’s).

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Thank you so much for the encouragement !

[succubusvalentine]

Give In.

Summary ~ Eddie comes home with an interesting idea that would take a lot of self control.

Pairing ~ Steddie x Reader

Warnings ! ~ Horny pills ? | Oral {F} | Overstimulation {F} | PiV | Masturbation {M} | Tbh Steve is like sub ngl | Desperation should come with it's own warning | Coming in pants |

WC ~ 2.1K

have fun Bozos

You and Steve had been bored all day, there was a heatwave in Hawkins and you didn't want to go to the pool because you both knew that it would be packed. And although Steve's house was the only one with air conditioning, the air conditioning was broken

So, you decided to stay in, currently, you were walking around the trailer in black panties that were more than just a bit lacey, and as much as Steve would love to jump your bones right then and there, he was far too hot.

Both you and Steve turned to look at the door when you heard the lock being turned, and then in came Eddie, your shared beloved boyfriend, who was also your saviour as he was holding a large fan under his arm.

'Eddie our saviour' you said walking over to him.

'Now Y/N, sweetheart, darling, I love you and I'm loving this look but I'm sweaty, so don't hug me' Eddie said putting the fan down as Steve rushed over to plug it in and turn it on.

You practically shoved Steve out of the way getting in front of the fan, bending your knees slightly.

'Now, I got something else for us, and it will be fun I promise' Eddie said digging into his denim shorts, you and Steve shared a look of 'oh great'

And the two of you grew more worried when Eddie walked over with his wolfish smile and small packet in his hand.

Eddie ushered yourself and Steve over to the living room and you all sat down on the floor as Eddie opened the packet he was holding.

'You know how Stevie and I love our competitions, I was thinking this competition you could join in princess'

'Okay...'

'perfect' Eddie said clapping his hands together, 'these pills I hold in my hand, will make us all very horny'

'oh god' Steve said dragging a hand down his face.

'The idea is, we all take a pill and see who can keep control the best' Eddie explained placing a pill in yours and Steve's hand.

You all look at each other before popping the pills in your mouths. You could keep control the longest. Easily.

The rules were simple, no touching each other or yourself.

Not ten minutes later the boys were dishevelled messes, you were as well but you kept it better hidden, plus they could not keep their eyes off your tits. Everybody now shirtless and in their underwear.

You were so going to win.

'god you two are terrible at this' you said picking at your nail.

Steve scoffs like he is totally unbothered,

'You're scoffing like you don't want to have a taste of Y/N right now Stevie' Eddie smiles, Steve practically whimpers shifting on the carpet, determined to make Steve lose, you spread your legs wider, so the two of them could get a look at the wet patch on your panties.

Then you realised something, this was so not between you Eddie and Steve, this was between Eddie and Steve, who would dare touch you first.

you smiled realising this as the two boys eyed each other down, you swiftly got up and walked upstairs to Steve's bedroom, grabbing your vibrator before going back downstairs,

'Giving up so easy sweetheart?' Eddie smiled at you.

'No, I just know that this is really between you and Steve' you said pointing the vibrator from Eddie and Steve.

you took your panties off, sitting on the carpet again against the couch.

You pressed the on button, smiling as the vibrator sprung to life.

dragging it up your slit before pressing it firmly against your clit. You let out a moan, slightly exaggerated as you watch your boys stare at you, nothing but lust in their eyes.

your back arches slightly off the couch as you turn the vibrator up higher, groaning looking at Steve, surely he would give in first.

You feel the coil tightening at a fast rate, this pill really did get you worked up.

'Eddie, Steve!' you moaned, hoping one of them would crack

'we're just enjoying the show baby' Eddie said with that same wolfish smile that got you put in this position in the first place. 'That's right, show Stevie how pretty you look when you cum, make him crack' he continued.

'Steve!' you moaned loudly as your orgasm crashed over you. The waves of pleasure consuming you completely, your hips bucked against the vibrator as you rode out your high.

As you came down from your high, you still felt that need for release. you whined as the vibrations continued on your clit.

you threw your head back as you circled the vibrator around your clit.

You wanted one of the boys to crack, to fuck you senseless. And you knew how stubborn Eddie was, Steve was stubborn too sure, but far less than Eddie.

'Steve' you whimpered, 'want, want you to-' your sentence is broken off with a high pitched whine, ones that drove Steve crazy.

'Aww poor baby wants you to eat her out, don't you princess?' Eddie asks.

'mhm!' you moan.

you could see Steve slowly losing composure, squirming where he was seated on the floor.

you plunged two fingers inside of your dripping hole, curling them, hitting that spot inside yourself that makes you see stars.

But you weren't seeing stars, because your fingers weren't as long or thick as Steve or Eddies, they didn't have that roughness to them. Your eyes closing in concentration.

You thought your prayers were answered when you felt a large ringed hand on your thigh, your eyes fluttered back open to see Eddie, and as you looked over at Steve who looked like pure relief flooded through him, Eddie spoke up

'Seriously Harrington? You were barely holding on? Waiting for me to cave?'

Steve straightened his back 'I'm not quitting, no way'

Eddie smiled at you before snatching the vibrator from you and pulling your fingers out of your pussy, having you lay down completely on the floor.

Eddie laid down on his stomach in front of your dripping pussy,

'Sure you don't want to give in Stevie?' he asked

Steve shook his head, clearly not trusting his voice. Eddie smiled before licking a broad stripe up your pussy. Immediately you moaned at the contact, and Eddie started devouring you.

You looked over at Steve with hooded eyes, moaning towards him as Eddie lightly bit your clit. You watched as Steve shuddered from the sight of the two of you, and it was hurtling you towards your orgasm, and you knew Steve's reactions were spurring him on. You watched as Steve licked his lips, desperate to taste you.

'Eddie, 'm so close, please don't stop'

Somehow Eddie doubled down on his efforts of pleasing you. and you were hurtling towards the edge.

Your hands shot down to Eddie's hair, gripping it tightly. Eddie groaned against your clit, rolling his hips against the carpet. That was your breaking point, rolling your hips against Eddie's face, whimpers falling out of your mouth, your back arching off the floor.

As you come down from your high, you started to become too sensitive on your clit, but you needed more, craved more. You pushed Eddie's head away from your pussy, and Eddie sat back on his knees, looking back at Steve, licking his lips

'She tastes so good Stevie, sure you don't want a taste?'

'No, I'm not giving in. This pill is doing nothing to me'

Eddie chuckles at Steve's fake confidence before grabbing your hips and dragging you towards him.

Eddie rids himself of his boxers and strokes his cock a few times before positioning himself at your entrance, the two of you moaning at the sensation.

'How hard you want it baby?' Eddie asked, thrusting slowly into your cunt.

'Hard, hard please Eddie, need you to fuck me so hard'

Eddie smiled before gripping your hips tighter and started pounding into you, you reacted immediately whining, trying to grab onto anything you can, the pleasure that was coursing through your body being almost too much.

key word, almost

You turned your head to look at Steve and he was looking anywhere but the two of you. You look back at Eddie and gesture your head towards Steve, Eddie snaps his head to look at him and clearly isn't satisfied with the fact that Steve won't look at you two.

Gripping your hips and throwing your legs over his shoulders he starts thrusting harder, to the point it was almost painful.

again, key word, almost

Your moans grew louder and Steve finally looked at the two of you again. And you could have sworn that you heard Steve whimper.

Your thighs started shaking at the amount of pleasure you were feeling. And that only made Eddie thrust faster and harder, you could have sworn he couldn't have sped up anymore.

Tears started streaming down your face and Eddie being the disgusting man he is, merely leaned down and licked the tear that was running down your cheek right off your face.

You were so close, so close to the edge, just a final push is all you needed.

And as if Eddie had read your mind he reached down and started moving tight circles around your clit.

You started clenching around Eddie's dick as you hurtled towards your orgasm, Eddie groaned and threw his head back as you did.

'Eddie please 'm so close, please don't stop please, please'

'Not planning on it sweetheart'

The overwhelming pleasure of your orgasm consumes you, screaming out as it did. tidal waves of pleasure hitting you. Your hips rolling against Eddie's, your walls clenching around him, making him come not long after you.

You came back down from your high and winced as Eddie pulled out of you slowly, trying his best not to overstimulate you.

You pull yourself back up leaning against the couch, the horny buzz you felt was still there but you could deal with it.

You whined as you felt Eddie and your mixed cum leak out of you, and Eddie groaned at the sight as you shut your eyes from your exhaustion

Then your eyes shot open to feeling a tongue lapping at your cunt.

You look down and see Steve, apparently watching your mixed cum was too much for him to handle. You grabbed Steve's hair, pulling tightly, and he whimpered into you.

Eddie just sat back and watched as Steve would moan and whimper into you, devouring and loving the taste of you.

Steve could never get enough of tasting you, quite literally. Steve had a bad day at work? Eating you out made his day ten times better. You had a bad day at work? Steve is in between your thighs as soon as you sit down. You and Eddie are mad at Steve because the customer at Family video was a little too touchy and Steve didn't do anything? Steve was tied to a chair and had to merely whine and watch as you sat on Eddie's face.

And Steve right now, all of his senses were full of you. Tasting you, feeling you pull on his hair, whenever he opened his eyes to see you writhing above him, all he could hear were your moans.

You were already sensitive from Eddie's fucking, but looking down to see Steve in pure ecstasy merely from eating you out, had you feeling ten times more sensitive and you were close to the edge once again.

You watched as Steve's hips grinded against the carpet, moaning into your cunt each time he did. resulting in your hips bucking into his face from the vibrations.

You let out a high pitched mewl as Steve started sucking persistently on your clit.

'C'mon baby, give Stevie what he craves' Eddie spoke out, causing your eyes to look at him, just to see him stroking his once again hard cock.

Your hips bucked into Steve's face again, causing him to push your hips down.

'Stevie please, please please, gonna come, please'

Steve moaned against you at your words, doubling his efforts to make you come.

'Steve!' you practically screamed as your orgasm came crashing down. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head. And you felt Steve moan against your clit only prolonging your pleasure.

Panting as you came down from your high, you clamped your thighs against Steve's head pushing him away, Steve sat up and wiped his mouth.

'Jesus Christ' Eddie said, his softening cock still in his hand.

Steve got up and you noticed the large wet patch on his boxers.

'Don't even act surprised he came from eating you out sweetheart' Eddie chuckled.

Steve came back in new boxers and threw a new pair to Eddie, sitting down in front of you with a wet towel, cleaning you up before helping you put on a new pair of panties and pyjama shorts.

WHY IS EVERYTHING SO SHORT LATELY I SWEAR THIS WAS LIKE 80K WORDS OHMYGOD. GOOD LORD I NEED TO START WRITING GOODER BECAUSE THIS SHIT IS SO SHORT LATELY IM SORRY

Bye Bozos

[listofwhyyouloveher]

wild child reader with gang (separate)? kinda like dallas, hops fences, steals shit, gets in trouble a lot

also i love your work smm 😭

Summary: The Outsiders x Wild Child!Reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, smoking Author's Note:maybe did a bit of channelling of my high school year but who knows

PONYBOY CURTIS

Pony isn’t all that ‘wild’, he finds solace in a book and comfort at home, so it’s surprising that he’d be interested in an exact opposite.

But he finds you more of a muse than a ‘partner’, in the sense that he loves you like a partner but would rather watch you or observe you than do things with you.

He’ll often come to you when he wants to smoke because you always have cigarettes on you and offer great conversation.

He’s like your rock, you come home to him after a night out and he’s letting you sleep in his bed while holding you close.

JOHNNY CADE

He’s a little on the edge about living a life like you, because while he does enjoy adrenaline rushes from doing things that he shouldn’t, he knows that in his future he wants a comfortable life.

He finds you to be like him and he wants his goal for his future to be achieved together with you.

He tries his best to keep himself in line, but he’s a victim of peer pressure and often feels guilt for the things he does.

Luckily, you’re kind enough to understand him and to tame your personality a little when he’s around, and he tries his best to understand the line of being with you and becoming like you.

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop likes to party a lot, he really enjoys going to Bucks just to hang out and watch the party. 

However, he lacks some of the balls it takes to do crazy stuff, he doesn’t steal very often or drink because he doesn’t want to put his future in jeopardy. 

He finds you a nice way to indulge in some of his wants but not actually having to, so he hangs around you often.

He prefers to hear stories about what you do rather than be involved in the actual things. 

STEVE RANDLE

Steve likes to live it up a little too, almost as much as you.

He enjoys the rush of stealing, drinking and partying as much as you do but sometimes your ideas can get too far out for him.

He appreciates your abilities to create some of the most fun and energetic enviroments but sometimes he has to sit it out.

Your relationship is somewhat of a seesaw, his need to party and need for quiet fluctuates and you’re glad to be on whatever side he wants that day.

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Two-Bit is a crazy party kid, he loves everything about being wild and free because he gets such a rush from it

However, he needs to watch himself, especially since his sister is old enough to understand what is going on around her.

He still likes to down a couple of drinks with you here and there but he's always reminding himself to keep a relatively straight mind.

He likes to live through you because he misses his party days, so he will always have you tell him everything that happened at a party you went to.

DARRY CURTIS

Darry hates going to parties, doing crazy things, everything associated with ‘greaser’, he likely hates.

He prefers to stay inside, and that’s why your relationship is so amazing with him because there’s always a side to him that he wants to indulge in.

He used to be very popular in high-school, he often partied. But now he’s different and so having you there to recount your night brings him a nice sense of nostalgia.

Sometimes he tries and restricts the things you do, because he genuinely worries about you. If he talks to you gently enough with enough evidence to back up that worry, sometimes you let him have his way.

DALLAS WINSTON

Dallas and you are always competing when it comes to who’s crazier, and sometimes you win, sometimes he does and sometimes its a tie.

Dallas makes everything about growing his ego, so if there’s something he can do better than you he’s gonna shove it in your face.

This has led to many night where you two are stumbling around downtown, wasted because of a drinking competition, just genuinely enjoying the night.

Dallas finds you a good partner because you’re not forcing a life of ‘perfection’ onto him and rather letting him live his version of a good life alongside you.

[purecommemasolitude]

Curtis gang and the ocean: a series of thoughts

Aka I went into the ocean today and thought about the outsiders

If you thought normal roughhousing was bad, get ready for roughhousing: water edition

Everyone becomes a menace but Soda & Steve especially almost drown each other a few times

Two-Bit and Dally compete to see who can drink the most seawater without getting sick. This ends when Two-Bit accidentally chokes on a seashell or some such small item (Dally considers this a victory for him, Two-Bit absolutely does not but the seashell experience was too harrowing to challenge him to a rematch)

Johnny loves the ocean, literally every part of it. Oklahoma’s landlocked so in the unrealistic universe where they all get to the coast to have a beach day it’s in another state, meaning he’s with his buddies far away from any (many) hypothetical tormentors, and it’s just an environment he really likes, plus the novelty factor (that man does not travel or camp)

So much so that every other member resolves separately to try and get him to the ocean or at least similar places more often

Ponyboy is lowkey unsettled by the size and general vibe of the ocean (not the beach they’re at but he starts thinking about shipwrecks and the swirling depths etc etc) but will Not admit it

He will spend hours in a shallow area or on the beach sitting staring at the breaking waves though. It starts off as morbid fascination then once he gets used to the ocean and is more at ease he starts really enjoying the sight and wishes he lived closer to it

Darry stays where he can see Soda & Pony but his real goal for the day is mastering ocean swimming so he goes out a bit further than everyone else (Two-Bit also goes out there for a bit to “swim” (swim a little, harass Darry a lot) after the choking)

He knew it would be different from the Y but it’s harder than he expects and what was going to be a brief excursion before going back to everyone else turns into a most of the day-long mission

He ends up getting the hang of it eventually, and enjoys it so much that Soda also resolves to try and get him down more often even though he knows it probably won’t happen

Both him & Johnny are just a lot more carefree that day. Honestly Dally too

Soda finds a ledge that’s somewhat high up and jumps into the water repeatedly for fun. Think cannonball, belly flop, etc.

They play a game of beach volleyball (really just elaborate hot potato), an initiative spearheaded by Steve and Two-Bit upon seeing Ponyboy sitting by himself for a while (he was watching the ocean and having a fine time, but they wouldn’t understand how he could find it a good time even if he told them and he’s also fine doing shenanigans with everyone else so he joins willingly)

They have an underwater breath-holding competition. Stealing from someone else’s beach HCs that Johnny wins (unfortunately I no longer remember who)

Steve & Soda race, eventually Darry joins (& wins but only barely because while he has been practicing it also means he’s now tired)

Not a single one of these competitions or races started in any kind of organized manner. Someone makes a bragging statement which gets contested and before you know it Two-Bit is hacking up a lung

Half of them get water up their nose at some point or another. It especially keeps happening to Dally and it infuriates him every time

Speaking of infuriating Dally, he is decidedly Not a fan of how hard it is to get rid of sand. A week later he’s still having grains fall from the shirt he wore that day

Now getting into stuff that may be more inaccurate depending on time period factors that I don’t know enough about

Darry, Soda, and Johnny put on sunscreen willingly. Darry and Soda make Ponyboy put it on unwillingly

The rest of them don’t (Two-Bit puts on a little but it’s very haphazardly applied) and pay for it the next day

(Darry pretends the reason he’s so careful about sunscreen is that he has common sense but really it’s because one of his first days roofing he didn’t put it on and deeply regretted it for the next week or so)

After all is said and done, someone (Two-Bit) forgets/doesn’t want to wash his swimwear and hang it up so he keeps it balled up in a corner or on a table until, a week later, it is actively growing mould

[teeelsie-posts]

I'm late to the party but so many exciting WIPs! Any in that list about our favorite archer?

Almost all of them!

Against the Wall (I answered this, here)

Crack (of the Bat):  This came from a prompt on the AvengersKink (I really miss that) that said:  SHIELD participates in an annual baseball tournament against the CIA, NSA, FBI, etc. The competition is heated, with major grudges between the different organizations and honor on the line. After the discovery of SHIELDRA, the other agencies obviously think SHIELD's out of the competition, but the loyal members of SHIELD show up . . . and so do members of SHIELDRA. Some of them have been on the baseball team for a decade or more! They're not going to give up now! SHIELD and SHIELDRA have to act as one team if they want to win, but they can't leave their grudges off the field.

What I have drafted is pure silliness, and the “Crack” in the title is a double entendre for sure.  Every year in October I open it up and poke at it a bit, but it’s never gone very far and as we get father away from CA:tWS I feel like it’s less relatable so, it’s unlikely to see the light of day.  But here’s a snippet that makes me giggle:

“Strike ONE!”

“What are you, blind!” he yells as he swings around to come face to face with an eye patch.  “Uh…”

“You have something to say, son?”

He clears his throat.  “With all due respect, sir, I don’t think that was a strike and you, uh… you only have one eye?” The last couple of words peter out into a squeak.

“Do you know who that is on the pitcher’s mound?” Fury gestures with his chin, but keeps his eye riveted on the batter.

He glances toward the mound where the pitcher is wearing a shit-eating grin.  “He doesn’t look familiar, no.”

“Aw, man!  Really?”

“Can it, Hawkeye!”

“Hawkeye?  You mean, the guy with the bow?”

Barton waggles his eyebrows.

The batter sighs.  “Yeah, okay, strike one.”

Falling Timestamps—Flinch:  This is what it sounds like…a timestamp for my fic Falling Off the Face of the Earth, where Clint and Bucky are working on Clint’s farmhouse and Bucky accidently moves quickly and causes Clint to flinch, which resultes in double angst.

msraven remix:  This is a fic inspired by msraven’s fic: Nothing I Wouldn’t Do, where Phil asks Clint (who secretly loves Phil) to have sex with him to practice because he’s going to go out with recently resurrected Steve. That fic is Phil POV, and I asked msraven for permission to remix it from Clint’s POV because the ANGST, omg!  I never got very far with it though…

safeword: This is a winterhawk fic where Bucky is into BDSM but Clint isn’t but Clint goes along with it because he is into Bucky and what’s a little pain?  He’s had worse, he can handle it. I could never make this work with Bucky’s background, and then once I started writing over in DC, I ended up writing this fic as Jay/Dick which I think worked much better (it’s here, if anyone is interested).

Sins (part 2) – Someone commented on my fic Sins of the Father that a second chapter with another conversation between Clint and Tony pre-Endgame battle—now that Tony is a father—would be interesting. I was immediately inspired and I actually have it largely drafted and if I just clean it up, maybe I’ll post it someday.

spinning wheels: This is a post Raft-breakout fic where Clint and Steve start a friends with benefits thing in Wakanda and then catch feelings.

unhealthy coping mechanisms: I think this is the first Avengers fic that ever came to me and I’ve poked at it for years but its long and complicated.  Post-Avengers, Clint is self-punishing and because reasons, he finds that outlet via a BDSM relationship with Tony, Clint hates every minute of it, which is exactly what he wants. Tony, being Tony eventually figures out what Clint is doing.  Lots of angst and feels and eventually Phil comes back and…hopeful ending.

WQ (part 2) (already answered, here)

Not sure which if any of these will see the light of day. *shrugs*. Thanks for the ask @jinxquickfoot 😘

[mayhemproduces]

Joshua Bishop (c) vs Effy- MPW World Championship

Looking around the ring right now, it appears Paul Heyman went all out for the budget for Vegas this year when it comes to plunder. Effy vs Joshua Bishop already had a big fight feel coming into this one, but now the ringside area is littered with weapons, there’s a chain link cage wall ziptied to one of the sides of the ring, there’s a platform with a barbed wire net at ringside, several garbage cans filled with weapons, boxes of light tubes and panes of glass all around ringside. On another side of ringside, there looks to be a chain link fence suspended from two chains, as if it was some sort of drawbridge. A nasty setup, for what was sure to be a nasty match.

The usual fishnet tights and trunks were absent for Effy tonight, instead trading them in for a crop top and jeans, and even the MPW World Champion Joshua Bishop had elected to wear a pair of jeans out here tonight. Make no mistake about it, our main event this evening isn’t a wrestling match, this is a FIGHT. 

“Las Vegas, Nevada… It is now time for your main event of the evening! People of the Brooklyn Bowl, and those watching around the world… 

ARE YOU READY FOR A FIGHT?!” 

Big fight feel provided by our darling ring announcer, Steve Guy, as always. 

“Your main event of the evening is a singles competition, scheduled for one fall, to be conducted under Atlas Rules… and it is for the MPW World Championship! Introducing first, the challenger…” 

Effy tightens the headband around his forehead, and looks dead ahead at the MPW World Champion, Joshua Bishop. Effy, who’s only ever had one shot at the MPW World Title, despite being here since day one, knows how few and far between these opportunities come. He can’t afford to not put up the fight of his life tonight. 

“Standing in the corner to my left… THIS! IS! EFFY!” 

The challenger who demands simply three words from his introduction, the enigma that is Effy, already victorious in a similar situation a couple weeks ago, winning at GCW Cage of Survival. The setup out here tonight looks very similar to that night, but one could argue, the stakes tonight, much higher. 

“And his opponent, standing in the corner to my right…” 

Perhaps the most dominant competitor in MPW history… 

“Fighting out of Rip City, and being accompanied to the ring by Maserati Wes Barkley, representing The Rip City Shooters, he weighed in this morning at 270 pounds, he is your reigning, defending MPW World Champion, for the past 155 days, he is Mr. Up for Anything, The Intense Icon, Joshua Bishop!” 

Recently passed Rickey Shane Page for the 3rd longest MPW World Championship reign, the next milestone comes in just 35 days at Day 190, where he will pass both Lilith Brookes & VENY, tied for the second longest reign in MPW history. If he makes it there, ittl be 92 days to unseat Abigail as the longest reigning MPW World Champion, and the Intense Icon shows no signs of stopping anytime soon. But perhaps it all comes to a screeching halt here tonight. If Effy has a say in the matter, Bishop won’t make it to day 156. 

A very split crowd tonight, which one might expect from two very popular MPW stars like this. Both press their noses together, eye to eye, nose to nose, Effy one of the few men in the MPW locker room who can almost look Josh Bishop dead in the eye standing flat footed. Effy actually takes the initiative here, throwing the first punch and connecting, as we’re underway here, as Joshua Bishop and Effy start trading right hands back and forth!

Effy starts to get the better of Joshua Bishop, throwing taped fist after taped fist right to Bishop’s jaw, backing him up against the ropes, and continuing to hammer away, before Effy shoots Josh off the ropes, and on the rebound, drops the Intense Icon with a clothesline! The MPW World Champion taken off his feet early here! Bishop gets back to his feet, only to turn around and get dropped by another clothesline from Effy! Josh gets back to his feet and takes a wild swing at Effy, only for Effy to duck it, slip behind Josh Bishop, and plant him with a big back suplex! Bishop dropped right on his dome, but Bishop is quick back to his feet! Effy turns around, surprised to see the champion already standing, only to get blasted by a chop to the chest, and shot off the ropes by Bishop. On the rebound, Josh Bishop catches Effy and spins him around before planting Effy with a HUGE Black Hole Slam! Effy driven into the mat, and Bishop hooks the leg, trying to make quick work of the challenger!

1….2.. Kickout!

Effy out at two! Effy back to his feet quickly, and surprises Bishop with another straight right hand! Effy came out here amped up today, and the adrenaline is still flowing apparently! Effy lands a couple more rights to the head of Bishop, backing Bishop into the corner, before turning and hitting the opposite turnbuckle, charging back and crashing into Josh Bishop with a big splash, before turning and charging back across the ring again, this time catching Bishop with a Yakuza Kick, before climbing up and wrapping his leg around Josh Bishop’s head. Effy pulls him down into a modified leg DDT, Under the Rainbow as he calls it, planting Josh Bishop into the mat head first, before Effy heads up to the top rope! Effy waits for Bishop to get back up, and when he does, Effy leaps, grabs Bishop’s head, and drives him into the mat with a Blockbuster! The champ is down, Effy hooks the leg, looking to win the title!

1….2… Kickout!

Bishop out at two! Effy pulls himself up to a knee, and watches as Bishop rolls into the opposite corner. Effy goes over, and lands another straight right, before climbing up onto the turnbuckle, and starting to rain down fists on Josh Bishop, trying to stay on top of the champion offensively after this hot start to the match. Effy lays down punches as the crowd counts along, before Effy punctuates it with a pelvic thrust to the face! Bishop stumbles out of the corner, and Effy lists Bishop off his feet, before planting Bishop with a TKO! We’ve maybe never seen one of Joshua Bishop’s MPW world title defenses start off so poorly in his favor, maybe Bishop wasn’t taking Effy as seriously as he should have! 

Effy rolls to the apron, and out of the ring, grabbing a box of light tubes and sliding that back into the ring with him, as Effy pours the tubes out onto the mat. Effy picks his favorite, before turning and watching as Bishop gets up, before Effy smashes the tube over the head of Josh Bishop! Bishop stumbles into the ropes, and Effy, left now with a piece of jagged light tube in his hand, goes over and starts digging into the forehead of Bishop, cutting open and bloodletting the MPW World Champion! Effy throws the tube aside, and grabs a fresh one, before driving it down across the back of Josh Bishop, breaking it, before once again using a broken tube to carve into the head of Josh Bishop! 

Effy throws that tube away and grabs Josh Bishop again, placing his face against the chain link here and using it like a cheese grater to dig into the flesh of the Intense Icon. Effy then turns and spins Bishop around, before tossing Bishop face first into the chain link again, stunning Bishop, before once again raking Bishop’s face against it. Effy lets Bishop drop, before Effy grabs a chair, and watches as Bishop tries to get back up, before driving the chair across the back of Josh Bishop! Bishop drops down to his knees, grimacing in pain, and whispering hushed curses and threats of violence at Effy through gritted teeth. Bishop pulls himself back up to his feet, only for Effy to throw the chair right at his head, connecting and knocking Josh into the corner! Josh might be out on his feet here as he tries to shake the cobwebs off, only for Effy to come back over, holding another light tube. Effy presses and holds the tube against Josh’s head, before Effy comes in with a headbutt, breaking the tube and shattering glass between both his head and Bishop’s! A kamikaze move, but one that appears to work in his favor as it looks like Josh Bishop got the worst of it. Ther might be glass in Bishop’s eye! 

Effy once again tries to climb up the ropes and rain fists down on Josh Bishop, but Josh Bishop has seemingly had enough, as he reaches up and grabs Effy by the throat! With Effy goozled, Bishop throws him backward into the mat, with what is essentially a chokeslam off the second rope! Effy hits hard, so hard that he rolls backward and actually back up to his feet, in perfect position as Bishop charges in and takes Effy’s head off with Pump kick! Effy’s out cold, Bishop drops down into the cover! 

1….2… Kickout!

That didn’t put Effy away, but it’s a testament to just how quickly the MPW World Champion can flip a matchup into his favor. Bishop takes a second to regain himself, before getting up and grabbing a chair, watching as Effy struggles back to his feet. Bishop raises the chair up and smacks it over Effy’s back, dropping Effy back down to the mat, before Josh Bishop throws the chair aside, making a point to gesture to the crowd, eyes wide, tongue out, thumb dragging across his neck. 

“You’re in my world, Effy. Exit 187 is a loooooong and lonesome road!” 

The sometimes nonsensical threats of the MPW World Champion nonetheless getting the point across, as Josh Bishop now grabs one of the light tubes in the ring. Bishop makes a show of swinging it like a batter lining up his shot, before Bishop smashes the light tube over Effy’s head, dropping Effy right back down to his knees! Bishop makes a point of flexing and shouting, stalking a downed Effy like a lion stalks a gazelle. Bishop grabs Effy by the hair, and digs the point of the broken tube into Effy’s forehead, before smashing the rest of the tube into Effy’s head. Bishop goes and grabs another tube, smashing that over Effy’s head as well, discarding the broken remnants of it after he does. This match has flipped almost completely from just a couple moments ago, where it looked like Effy may have actually been close to putting away the MPW World Champion.  

Effy is gushing blood as Bishop hammers away at him with right hands, targeting the laceration on Effy’s head directly. Effy doesn’t let it stand for long, as Effy starts hammering away at Bishop in return, and we’re right back to where we started. These two men trading fists. 

Effy starts to get a little bit of an advantage, even catching Bishop with a boot, but Effy is already woozy from blood loss here. A temporary hesitation gives Bishop control again after a european uppercut, followed by a headbutt from Bishop once Effy stumbles back into the corner. A couple more headbutts leave Effy worse for wear, as Bishop takes the opportunity to walk across the ring, trying to charge back at Effy with a big splash in the corner, but Effy dodges out of the way! Bishop hits turnbuckle and turns around, right in time for Effy to charge in and blast Bishop with a Yakuza Kick! Bishop’s head snaps back, as Effy charges across the ring, lines it up again, and blasts Bishop with ANOTHER Yakuza Kick! And then Effy lines it up again, and blasts Josh Bishop with a THIRD Yakuza Kick! Joshua Bishop on dream street right now, and Effy looks to push the advantage, lifting up Josh Bishop and sitting up on the top rope, before climbing up there with him, hammering away at Josh with a couple right hands, before Effy starts to readjust both Josh and Himself on the top rope. Bishop starts to fight back, and manages to slip off onto the apron, before grabbing a light tube and smashing it over Effy’s head! Effy dazed on the top rope now, and Bishop climbs up to the top, looking for a superplex, but not into the ring! Bishop instead lifts Effy up, and both men fall back, crashing THROUGH the suspended chain link wall hanging from the ring! Metal twists, bends, and breaks, and the two men also collide with the panes of glass that had been set up underneath it, both men take one of the gnarliest falls in MPW history! Flesh meets steel, the steel bends and breaks, and both men are now down and out on the outside!

Chants of “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” ring throughout the Brooklyn Bowl, and holy shit indeed! Effy and Josh Bishop are both laying in the floor, bleeding profusely, neither man currently moving! 

It appears the panes of glass were actually laying on the cage itself, as Bishop is currently clutching one of them himself. Bishop manages to fight back to his feet, and pick Effy back up, before laying down the remnants of the pane of glass, picking Effy back up, and sending him back into the pane of glass with a Russian Leg Sweep! Effy’s arm actually gets sandwiched between the twisted steel, which might actually be worse than the glass! Bishop throws Effy back into the ring and goes into the cover! 

1….2… KICKOUT!

Effy survives! Bishop sits up, and in a mix of frustration and perhaps a bit of desperation, grabs a chair again. Bishop waits for Effy to start to stir, before cracking the chair over Effy’s back, sending Effy rolling to the outside. 

Bishop follows Effy out there, measuring Effy before clotheslining him over the steel guardrail, sending Effy into the laps of our fans here in the front row. Fans quickly disperse as Bishop throws the chair, and then goes over and starts digging around underneath the ring, grabbing doors and tossing them on the outside as well. Bishop then follows Effy over the guardrail as we get a familiar reminder from Steve Guy: 

“If the action looks like it’s headed your way, it is! Grab your shit and move!” 

Bishop marches over with the steel chair in hand, and goes to swing at Effy, but Effy boots the chair back in Bishop’s face! Josh drops the chair in the process of getting stunned, and Effy picks it up, first hitting Bishop in the gut with the chair to sit him down into one of the fans chairs here at ringside, before Effy starts whaling on Josh with the chair, smacking Josh in the head over and over again with the steel! Bishop might be out cold, slumped over in the chair as Effy throws his chair aside, and goes to the doors. Effy grabs one and lays it out between two chairs, before dragging Bishop up to his feet, and hooking Bishop’s head, before lifting the MPW World Champion up, and driving him through the door with a Fire Thunder Driver! The impact of the two men break the door and leave both men laying on the concrete floor, but Bishop is clearly the worse for wear of the two of them!

Either way, both men are down now, and Clemons joins them, checking on both men, trying to get a response from either of them. Both simply just lay on the concrete floor, gushing blood from their various wounds, as Clemons starts to register a count. If neither man can show some sort of sign of life before 10, Clemons is gonna call this one a draw. 

1! 

2! 

3!

Neither man moving… 

4!

5! 

Effy’s eyes open, as it looks like he might have some awareness left of wear he is, but not much more other than that. 

6!

7! 

Effy manages to roll over onto his front, and with Effy getting a foot on solid ground, Clemons decides that’s good enough. No one wanted to see this thing end that way anyways. Effy grabs a handful of Bishop’s blood soaked bleach blonde locks, and starts trying to drag Bishop up with him. Effy manages to catch Bishop with a right hand, which seems to awaken something in Bishop, because Josh actually sits up and catches Effy with a headbutt. Effy gets up, stumbling away, trying to shake that headbutt off, but Bishop is back on his feet now and right behind him. Bishop catches Effy with a chop to the chest, dropping Effy back into the seat of one of the chairs. Bishop then catches Effy with a couple more chops to the chest, before Bishop takes a step back, and knocks Effy back out of the chair with a boot to the face!  

Effy rolls on the floor, trying to muster up the strength to get back in the fight, as Bishop grabs one of the cans of Truly Seltzer left on the ground by a fan. Bishop takes the beverage and takes a long drink, before pouring some of it over his head, grabbing Effy, and then preceding to smash the can over Effy’s head, sending seltzer flying everywhere!, Bishop kicks the can aside and bumps fists with a couple of fans, a couple of fans having to shake out their hands and grab at their wrists afterwards. Josh Bishop isn’t a man known for restraint, and sometimes gets carried away with the fist bumps. 

Bishop goes back over to grab Effy, picking him up by the hair, and catching him with another chop, sending Effy stumbling back into the bar. Effy is able to respond with one of his own, though, firing back with another big chop to the chest in response. It’s enough to stagger Bishop, and then Effy proceeds to grab Josh and bounce his head off the bar, sending Bishop stumbling away. Effy then grabs one of the barstools, lifts it up, and smashes it over Josh Bishop’s head! Paul Heyman isn’t gonna be happy about Effy & Bishop using the venue chairs and stools, but he’d probably take the building still being standing at the end of this one, if we’re being honest. Effy then climbs up onto the bar, gets his footing, and charges Josh Bishop before leaping off, taking Bishop down with a flying cross body! Effy and Bishop crash to the floor, Effy clutching at his ribs as he lands, but still, the move proved effective. Effy gets back to his feet, and manages to grab Josh Bishop once again, picking him up and dragging him, before unceremoniously dumping Bishop over the guardrail, back to the ringside area. Effy hops over the barricade himself, before grabbing Bishop again, and throwing him into the ring. Bishop is on his hands and knees as Effy slides in after him, grabbing a chair, and as Bishop pulls himself up to his knees, Effy cracks the chair over Bishop’s head, dropping Bishop to the mat, as Effy hooks the leg, looking to win the title!

1….2… Kickout!

Bishop out at two again! Effy gets up, and stumbles into the ropes, blood leaking down his forehead and down the back of his arms and back. Effy waves to the ringside crew and requests a door, getting it, and quickly getting to work, bridging the door across two chairs. Effy then takes it a step further, and requests something specific, something that ends up being….

Lighter fluid. 

Oh boy. 

Effy starts squirting lighter fluid over the door, but is interrupted by a clubbing blow to the back of the neck by Josh Bishop’s forearm. Effy drops, and Bishop grabs a bundle of light tubes, smashing them over Effy’s head now, dropping Effy down to the mat. Now it’s Bishop who grabs the bottle of lighter fluid, and Bishop pours a ton more of the fuel onto the door, maybe actually emptying the bottle before tossing it aside, retrieving a lighter from Maserati Wes Barkley, before Bishop lights the door a blaze! A towering inferno in the ring now, as Bishop picks Effy up, grabs him by the throat, and CHOKESLAMS Effy into the flaming door! Holy shit! Effy’s shirt and pants catch on fire as he rolls around the ring trying to put it out, as Josh Bishop drops down into the cover, trying to end this thing!

1….2… KICKOUT!

Effy kicks out after being put through a flaming door! Holy shit! How the hell is Effy still going?! 

Even Bishop looks to be in disbelief, as he lays on his side, absolutely astonished. Not even a flaming door enough to put Effy down tonight! 

Josh Bishop, running on fumes at this point, drags Effy back up to his knees as the two men start exchanging right hands from a kneeling position. Back and forth the two men trade blows, neither man wanting to give an inch here, as they both continue to slug away at one another, but once again, Josh Bishop shuts Effy down with a headbutt. Effy dazed here as Bishop gets back to his feet, grabbing a light tube, and as Effy gets back up, Bishop blasts the tube over Effy’s head. It doesn’t seem to register much with Effy though, who just kinda shakes it off. Bishop goes and grabs another one, smashing it over Effy’s head, but once again, it does nothing. Bishop, starting to get frustrated now, turns and grabs a whole bundle of tubes, and turns to hit Effy with them… But Effy suddenly charges Bishop, catching Bishop with a spear and shattering the tubes against Bishop in the process! Holy shit! 

The glass shatters against Bishop, and he stumbles back to his feet, clutching his midsection, leaving him vulernable as Effy lifts a chair up, before driving it over Bishop’s head! The chair connects so hard that it actually stays wrapped around Bishop’s head, as Bishop stumbles back into the corner. Effy climbs up the turnbuckles in the corner, and wraps his leg around Bishop’s head, chair and all, before Effy drives Bishop’s head and the chair down with Under The Rainbow! Bishop’s head spiked into the mat! Effy into the cover!

1….2… KICKOUT!

Bishop somehow survives! Holy shit! That could’ve been enough to paralyze someone, but it didn’t even keep Bishop down for a three count! Effy sits up, somewhat in disbelief that he didn’t get the win right there. Effy grabs Bishop again, and tries to lift him back to his feet, but Bishop starts landing some shots to Effy’s kidneys, getting Effy back off of him, before Bishop catches Effy with a punch right to the gut, causing Effy to hunch over. Bishop gets back to his feet and grabs one half of the charred door in the ring, raises it up, and smacks Effy over the head with the broken half of the door! Effy stumbles, and Bishop drops the door, before picking Effy up, turning him upside down, and driving Effy into the mat, head first, with a Tombstone Piledriver! Goodnight, Effy! That’s gonna be it! Cover!

1….2… KICKOUT!

EFFY WILL NOT DIE! HOLY SHIT! How is Effy still going?! Even Joshua Bishop can’t believe it! Bishop gets back to his feet, and just starts grabbing pieces of plunder from the ring. Broken doors, chairs, light tubes, all of it, and starts piling it all on top of Effy! Bishop looking to finish off Effy for good here, as Bishop starts climbing up onto the top rope, looking to crush Effy under all of that… but before he can jump, Effy shoves all of that off of him, grabs a chair, and nails Bishop in the head with it! Bishop stumbles and grabs at the cage wall to try and steady himself, but Effy hits the ropes, charges, leaps, and SPEARS BISHOP AND HIMSELF THROUGH THE CAGE WALL! BISHOP AND EFFY SPILL TO THE OUTSIDE, AND LAND ON THE SPIDER NET OF BARBED WIRE! HOLY FUCK! 

Both men down, laying on the barbed wire weave now, but Effy, actively trying to pull the barbed wire out of his flesh, starts trying to fight back to his feet. Such momentum on the spear that the two men broke through the cage wall, and somehow Effy is extracting himself from it. Effy back up, picking Bishop back up, and then PILEDRIVING BISHOP DOWN ONTO THE BARBED WIRE! HOLY FUCK! 

Effy sacrificed himself to deliver such a devastating maneuver, the spider wire sticking into Effy’s lower body, but sticking into Bishop’s head right now! Effy’s entrie being is sliced up, in addition to having been set on fire, and Bishop isn’t much better at the moment. Effy manages to drag himself back into the ring, Bishop not far behind but definitely moving slower. 

Effy gets back into the ring, and up to his feet, leaning on the ropes and measuring as Bishop drags himself back into the ring. Effy is perched, ready to go for the kill. Ready to try and end this thing, ready to try and capture the MPW World Championship. “CMON!” Effy screams. “GET UP! GET UP! CMON!” Effy is practically salivating, he sees his moment, he’s going for the kill… 

Bishop up, and Effy charges, looking for the Sack Ryder… 

But Bishop catches him! Bishop catches Effy up on his shoulders, before delivering a devastating Powerbomb, driving Effy into the mat! Bishop quickly up to his feet, flips Effy over, and drags him back up, before lifting Effy high into the air, and throwing him down onto the pile of plunder that Effy had cleared himself from with a MASSIVE Bishop Bomb! Bishop Bomb down onto the doors, chairs, and light tubes! Bishop drops down, hooking the leg! 

1…..2….3!

“Here is your winner, and STILL MPW World Champion, The Intense Icon, Joshua Bishop!” 

Bishop retains! Effy gave the fight of his life, the fight of his MPW career, but it wasn’t enough tonight! The Intense Icon is still your MPW World Champion!

[waklman]

Hair Tie (Pt.2)

summary: dustin is sick of the both of you pestering him and sets you both up to meet.

pairing: steve harrington x female reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of drinking & drugs

a/n: this is part two!! of a two part series, find part one here!

word count: 3.6k

You and Dustin stared into each other's eyes unrelentingly. Neither of you were willing to give up.

“Give in Henderson. I know you want to.” your ego urged you not to lose against the middle schooler.

“Never.” he whispered, sending his hot breath into your face

“Are your eyes feeling dry yet (Y/N)?” He widened his eyes even more.

“You asking because yours already are? Just blink, quit being stubborn.” you mimicked his actions, stretching your eyes to open even wider.

The both of you had been having a staring competition for almost a whole minute at this point.

It all started when you asked him about Steve. Does he remember me? Why has he been chasing after my car this past week? What does he think about me? Why do you make me drive off when he’s on your trail?

Dustin refused to give answers to the relentless questions you fired at him. He got so annoyed to the point that he slipped up and complained that “you both won’t stop bugging him with questions about each other”. This obviously only fed into your curiosity even more.

After a bit of bickering, you both decided on settling into a staring competition. This was how you two always resolved things—whether it was deciding on what movie to rent or whether or not Dustin should give you information on the older boy you were so eager to learn about.

Dustin felt a burning sensation against the surface of his eyeballs, they were painfully dry.

Within a few daunting seconds, his body seemed to betray him as his eyes instinctively shut to regain moisture.

You flew right off the couch, jumping in victory. This was the first time you’ve won against him.

“A-ha! In your face Henderson!” You thrusted your hands right up to his face, shouting a bit too loud.

He groaned, throwing himself deep into the cushions. The bitter taste of defeat washed over him—it was almost painful.

You threw yourself back onto the couch next to Dustin, leaning the side of your body into the scratchy cushions with him.

“Now fess up sore loser” the grin wouldn’t leave your face, you were far too overjoyed by the win.

Dustin couldn’t even look you straight in the eyes, he opted by staring at the floor in front of him.

Dustin knew Steve was a good guy. Steve was cool. You were cool. The two of you would definitely hit it off.

You and Steve had also been the only two people accompanying him lately because his friends were so wrapped up in other things—aka their relationships, with the mere exception of Will. And although he refused to admit it, he was worried that the two of you would ditch him for each other.

“Dustin, do you really not want to tell me? It’s okay..” you pushed away the slight disappointment—feeling bad that you’re forcing answers out of him.

“Just..” he sighed.

You tilted your head trying to catch his eyes.

“Promise you two won’t go off and forget about me or whatever, I really like you guys.” Dustin unwillingly confessed.

“Dustin…” he finally shifted his eyes to see your reaction.

Your lips flipped into a smile.

“I knew you cared about me, Dustin Henderson! You love me!” You squeezed him into a tight hug.

“Hey, lay off! I have a girlfriend” he shoved you off, making an effort to not actually hurt you.

He quickly returned back to his attitude-ridden demeanor.

“You know I technically can't leave you right? Your mom basically pays me to hang with you kid” you swung your legs over his lap.

He rolled his eyes.

“Apparently Steve can't stop thinking about you, the guy has been grilling me everyday!” he slung both arms across his chest.

“Have you guys actually met before?” he asked

He was so sure that you two have never crossed paths. You both went to different schools, hung with different crowds of people and lived on opposite sides of town. When the hell did you both encounter one another outside the time you barged into Scoops Ahoy?

“Well, we met once at a party…and I think that's all I can tell ya.” you decided it was better if you refrained from sharing the embarrassing details on Steve’s behalf.

“Don’t tell me…” Dustin shot you an unfamiliar look

“What???” confusion was written all over your face.

“You…..kissed.” he whispered

“No! Dustin…No. Stop. I don't want to have this conversation with you.” you slapped his arm, urging him to drop it.

“It’s okay. Me and Suzie kissed once.” he shrugged.

“What?!”

“Why are you so weirded out? Haven’t you kissed some guy in your cool little private school?” he began to pucker his lips, teasing you.

“Please stop talking Henderson.”

Dustin laughed watching you pinch at the bridge of your nose. It was a pleasant reminder that he's still great at annoying people.

-

And just like that, two more customers walked out of the shop. Laughing at his failed attempt at flirting.

That was just what he needed.

“And another one bites the dust.” Robin’s voice called from behind him.

“You are oh-for-six, Popeye.”

He turned around, watching her strike down another tally on the “you suck” side of the board.

“Yeah, yeah, I can count.” he grew frustrated at the mocking reminder that no girl in Hawkins wanted him. Not anymore.

“You know that means you suck?” Robin rubbed it in even more.

“Yep. I can read too.”

“Since when?” she teased

“It’s this stupid hat. I am telling you, it is totally-blowing my best feature.” He leaned in, trying to convince her.

“Yeah, company police is a real drag.” Steve could hear the sarcasm in her voice.

“You know, it’s a crazy idea but have you considered going after that girl you saw Dustin with? You said you met her at that party right?”

“And…she even drove your pathetic ass home! And like you said, no one has ever done something like that for you before, and she was just a stranger too!” she shrugged, suggesting the idea.

“Oh you mean, the girl I can't even get a hold of? The girl that drives off everytime I go after her and Henderson?”

“Speaking of, that asshat has been a huge cockblock! And do you seriously think she’s interested in me after seeing me on the two occasions, in which I’ll remind you—one where I was absolutely shit-faced and two when I’m in this sailor outfit?” he guided his hands over his ridiculous uniform, stressing how horrendous it was.

“Oh wait. Hey, twelve o’clock” she nodded to the counter behind him, signaling oncoming customers.

“I’m going in. Okay? And you know what. Screw company policies.” He threw off the sailor hat, preparing to flirt with more customers.

“Oh my god, you're a whole new man.” Robin pretended to be blown away, seeing Steve’s now freed hair.

“Right Ooh. Watch this.” He began to turn around

“Ahoy ladies! Didn't see—“

He was greeted by a toothless grin.

“Great it's just you.”

“Nice to see you too, Harrington. Look, I came to deliver good news.” Dustin slapped his palms on the counter.

“What now?” Steve was clearly worked up already.

“Woah, hey c’mon! The news is about (Y/N)!”

Although Steve knew Dustin could be playing a cruel joke on him, he took the bait anyways.

“What is it?” he leaned in

Dustin read Steve’s body language, he was definitely interested after hearing your name.

“I was eavesdropping on (Y/N) and-“

“Dude, what did I tell you about eavesdropping on ladies? Do you not take my advice anymore?”

“I mean, can you really blame him for not taking your girl-advice? You don’t really have girls lining up for you, Harrington.” Robin commented.

“Yeah, alright Buckley how about you buck-out” Steve waved his hand, dismissing her joke.

“Can I finish what I was saying? This is important.”

“Yeah” “Go ahead” the two coworkers answered at the same time.

“As I was saying…I was eavesdropping on (Y/N)’s phone call with her friend right? And guess what? Her friend was able to convince her to go to this party at—Tommy’s house..? 8pm tomorrow night. Her friend has a real loud voice by the way. I heard her telling (Y/N) to go because “that Harrington guy might show up” and that's what pushed her to go!”

“And (Y/N) hates crowded places—especially parties.” Dustin brung his hands back up, slamming them against the counter again.

“Yeah, there’s one problem with that you doof, I’m not exactly on great terms with Tommy H.” Steve moved a piece of his own hair from his eyes. He needs a trim.

“So what? the place will probably be packed tight. Just throw on a pair of sunnies and find (Y/N).” Dustin threw the solution at him.

“And why are you helping me exactly? Last time I checked, you didnt even wanna give me her last name.”

“Okay well, that was before I realized I can’t push you two apart anymore. She was talking my ear off, asking me if you remember her. And you were over here basically begging me to tell you what her bra size is.”

“You what?!” Robin shrieked.

“No. No I didn't!? Tell her you're just exaggerating Henderson. I swear to God I didn't ask him that! He’s like freaking 12, that would be weird!”

-

Regret was a mere understatement. The moment you stepped in and saw the house packed to the brim with sweaty teens, you quickly began to rethink your decision to come. Your friend Evelyn noticed your expression, and tried to reassure you but all you could do was give her a weak smile.

While she went around greeting people she knew, all you could do was stand behind her and shake hands with the strangers she introduced you to. You were grateful that she was pushing you to be outside your little box, letting you meet more people your age in Hawkins—but you liked your little box.

Inside that box held the real friends you made in student council, the old lady at the diner who always served you and Dustin, Dustin himself, and you had even made room for one more person.

And that very person was nowhere to be found. You tried looking around for him within the past hour, hoping to see the familiar head of hair but your search came up empty.

What was I thinking, coming here?

Little to your knowledge, Steve had just arrived—spending extra time at home to make sure he looked perfect. He wanted to make up for the last few times you saw him.

You had been too zoned out to realize but Evelyn had been flirting with some blonde guy with denim jeans that were a little too tight on him—but you were sure he knew that.

“Is it okay (Y/N)?” Evelyn shouted over the noise of the party, pulling you right out of your thoughts.

“What?” you hadn’t been paying attention this whole time.

“Me and Billy are going upstairs…I don't wanna leave you but-“

Finally, an opportunity to leave early.

“No, no. It’s okay. Have fun, you don't have to worry about me. I was gonna leave anyway-“

“But I drove you here (Y/N/N). How will you get back?” Oh.

“I actually know someone here that can drop me off, you two go have fun.” you lied, desperate to leave.

“See, she doesn't mind.” The blonde behind her shot you a somewhat disturbing smile, before pulling Evelyn up the stairs with him.

Now to get the hell out of here.

Taking a step back, you had forgotten that you were standing on a staircase.

Your hands had nothing to hold onto, you hopelessly tried to get a grip on the flat wall.

That was until someone’s stiff body caught your fall, the stranger held you up straight with the sudden hold they had on your waist—turning you around by flipping you by the small of your back.

“Don’t worry I got you.” That voice.

And there he was. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses, but you could tell it was him.

He quickly removed them, swiping them past his lips in order to close them with one hand—placing them to hang on the collar of his fitted shirt.

He was breathtaking. You never got an accurate measure of his height since he was slouched the entirety of the time you two first met, but now he was basically towering over you.

All you could do was stare at him like a dumbstruck idiot.

Steve cleared his throat, hoping it would clear his nerves too. If he was blown away by your presence when he was fucked up he was definitely ten times more stunned by you, while sober. Something about you tickled at his brain—he couldn't comprehend it.

“So…(Y/N) I heard you need a ride back?” he had accidentally broken one of his own rules, eavesdropping on your interaction with Billy and his new plaything for the night.

You gave him a look, signaling that you didn’t catch what he said.

Steve forgot to speak up since he basically tuned out the obnoxiously loud music, placing all his focus on you.

He leaned in, your body’s natural instinct to back up when a guy moved in on you, didn’t trigger.

“You need a ride home (Y/N)? I was gonna head out anyway.” You shivered, feeling his lips brush against the rim of your ear.

Steve planned to stay until he found you regardless. Getting to know you at a loud party full of people who didn't particularly like him wasn’t really ideal.

You took the chance to get close to him again, placing your hands on his shoulders to pull him down towards you.

“Please get me out of here.” you softly laughed into his ear.

God he wanted to get that recorded onto a tape so he can replay your voice on his walkman. He wouldn’t even care how many times he would have to hit the rewind button.

He smiled at you before reaching for your hand, leading you through the crowd—clashing against drunks so you didn't have to. You stared hard at his back, watching him maneuver his way through people, making sure to give you a safe path behind him. Fuck. Your stomach felt like it was going to burst and splatter all over the room—and he was only holding your hand.

You two finally made it outside, both taking in sharp breaths, inhaling the fresh air that was closed off from the inside.

“Does that bush over there look familiar to you?” you let go of his hand to point at the plush greenery that sat on the front lawn.

Steve’s tongue poked at the inside of his cheek, trying to stifle a laugh.

He pretended to check out the bush you pointed out.

“Yeah, looks pretty familiar. I could almost imagine myself laying inside it, y’know? Looks pretty fluffy.”

“So you do remember?” you nudged his side

“Yep. Every single second of it.” he licked his lips, imagining how stupid he must’ve looked when you found him.

-

Steve knew he was supposed to keep his eyes on the road, but the streets were empty. So he forgave himself for looking over at you every now and then.

“Why’d you come to the party tonight? Dustin told me you really aren't a party-goer.” Steve knew exactly why—Dustin had basically told him the other day. He just wanted to hear you say it.

You hesitated for a moment.

“Is it okay if I put my shoes on your seat?”

“Yeah” he would’ve said yes to anything you asked. He’d probably let you cut a piece of his hair off if you had asked nicely.

You carefully rested your shoes on the leathered seat, pulling your knees against your chest.

“I actually came because I thought I could find you there. Hopefully not as drugged out as last time though.” you nervously laughed, tucking your face into your knees.

You turned your head to look at him, head still resting on your knee caps. He was smiling.

“How about you? I didn't think you would return back to the crime scene, Mr. Steve”

You watched him laugh upon hearing the nick-name you gave him when you loaded him into your car that night.

“Oh trust me, I actually told myself I would never show my face there again but—same reason as you. I was hoping you’d be there too.” he confessed.

He couldn’t bring himself to rip his eyes off the dark road to look at you—he was far too nervous.

Within the stillness of the moment, the both of you were smiling ear to ear like two idiots.

-

“Let me walk you to your door, it's the least I can do.” he followed out right after you.

As you listened to his footsteps behind you, you were slowly building the courage to make a move.

You swiftly turned around, back pressed lightly against your front door. Steve had been following so close behind you that you ended up being face to face with him, agonizingly close.

Neither of you made an effort to create more space between the two of you.

“So, Steve.” your voice came out a little shaky.

“Sorry.” you sighed, trying to gather yourself.

“I was wondering if you’re free next weekend? Like if you’re not working. Because I know the fair opens up next week, and I haven’t been before.” you felt like you were speaking way too fast.

He looked down at you, his eyes darting between your lips and eyes that couldn’t seem to meet his stare. Steve thought you looked so effortless with the moonlight casting itself onto you.

He thought about kissing you. God, he wanted to kiss you so bad.

“No. I mean yeah. Yeah, I’m free next weekend.” He propped his arm on your door, right above your head to distract you from hearing him stumbling over himself.

“I’ve been a few times, I can show you around. I’ll pick you up Saturday, say 6pm?”

“Yeah, six works. You can just sit in one of my bushes and wait for me.” you joked, trying to ease the strange tension between you two. You weren't sure how to navigate it.

You guys shared a laugh.

Deep down, Steve could feel how much you made him feel like himself again, even if it was just for a second. He doesn't even remember the last time he’s felt relaxed. He’s lost himself over the course of the last year, and you seemed to draw him back in. In the moment, he had almost forgotten that he wasn’t smart enough to get into Tech, that he was barely making three dollars an hour, and that his dad wasn’t busting his ass everyday about his life decisions.

Despite being sober this time, you still felt too unreal to him. How have you been here in Hawkins the whole time? He felt jealousy towards the people who grew up with you, he wished that he'd gotten to know you long before this.

The both of you stood in your positions for a while, just taking in each other's presence. You could hear the crickets chirp in the silence of the night,

“Yeah, I still can’t believe youre fucking real (Y/N).” he whispered, loud enough for you to hear. Steve’s looked at you a few times tonight, but the way he looked at you right now was so unfamiliar. It made your heart race.

Your skin prickled in heat, suddenly feeling hot all over.

Just say it (Y/N), you encouraged yourself.

“You still want that kiss to prove that I’m real?” you whispered back at him, referring to his hazed request for a kiss, which you refused at the time.

“Yeah, I’d like that proof.” he nodded, looking down at your lips.

Steve brung down the arm he had propped against your door, reaching down to hold your jaw, before leaning in—finally kissing you.

You mindlessly kissed back.

Steve tried to be gentle with you at first—but he couldn’t resist. Your hands had already made their way to the back of his neck, tugging at the brown curls sitting there urging him to move in closer. Your nervous system felt like it was malfunctioning having him pressed so tightly against you.

His other hand urgently pressed against your door, to steady the both of you as you two feverishly made out.

He suddenly pulled his lips off yours, trying to catch his breath.

You both felt dizzy from the kiss, chests heaving up and down trying to steady yourselves again.

He watched your flustered expression, before leaning down once more to press a chaste kiss on your lips.

“You’re beautiful (Y/N) (L/N).”

“Dustin gave you my last name?” you smiled up at him.

“Yeah, I practically begged the kid.” you swiped the corner of his mouth, removing the smudged lipstick.

“Sorry I got some lipstick on you.”

“(Y/N) was that you knocking on the door?” Your mother’s voice rang from inside the house.

“Shit. Yeah, don’t worry I got the keys. I'm coming in now.” you shouted urgently.

“I gotta go Steve, see you next week.” you whispered, pecking his cheek.

He watched you turn around, pulling keys from your pocket.

“Wait.” you turned back around to face him.

He gently held your hand, removing a familiar dusty pink hair tie off his wrist—transferring it over your connected hands and onto your wrist.

“See you next week, (Y/N).” he brought your hand up to his mouth, pressing a light kiss on your knuckles, before running back to his car—so your parents wouldn’t catch a glimpse of him.

You smiled watching him jog back.

He remembered to give it back.

----

[mattmaesonnatural]

do you have any season 3 steddie headcanons?

I simply think they should go back and imput eddie into background shots just because it’s what we deserve but here’s what I think:

 when Dustin and Steve are hiding behind bushes using the binoculars to find russian looking spys, Steve's sees Eddie and his hellfire friends goofing off in the arcade across the hall and it's the first time Steve has seen him actually smile and it makes him pause. He doesn't understand why some feeling of electricity shoots up his spine so he turns away and starts complaining about Anna Jacobi talking to Mark Lewinsky.

Eddie coming into the Scoops Ahoy looking for a job and being like didnt know the job came with a uniform. Steve is still slightly embarrassed but still tries to be macho about it. and Eddie says i think ill pass on working here because I couldn’t pull it off as well as you can. Which just makes steve blush. 

Steve going to take the trash out behind the mall and Eddie is there smoking. Eddie offers him one when he catches Steve staring. the end up talking about college and Eddie confesses that he didnt graduate this year. Steve admits he somehow wishes that were him too, he could have more time to figure out what he wanted in life.

There’s a battle of the bands competition happening in the roller rink in the far west corner of the mall. It’s after hours so Robin drags Steve along because some of her band friends are participating. Corroded Coffin gets announced next and Steve watches, mesmerized as Eddie shreds the dark red lacquered electric guitar with rings on his fingers. Robin has to snap in front of his eyes to get his attention.

 Corroded Coffin doesn’t win but steve stays even after Robin has left to find eddie and tell him it was rigged. Steve sneaks him into scoops and they laugh and tease each other while eating ice creaming hiding behind the counter. “you’re nothing like id thought you’d be harrington” “back at ya munson”

[becca-e-barnes]

DBF! STUCKY!!!!!!!! GOD THEYD BE SO DOMINANT N VOCAL N TEASING???? PUTHY IS THR OBBI N G I NEED THIS AND I NEED IT NOW (but take your time ofc) 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️😭😭😩😩

OH WHYYYY HAVE WE NEVER TALKED ABOUT DBF!STUCKY BEFORE??

Bc that's so hot oh my god like the thought of them arguing over who can make you cum hardest? I haven't had flutters like this in a longgg time

Cause like?? These two? Fucking you until you can't think straight? Like can't even babble out their names? (Although I imagine dbf!bucky looks like Mickey and dbf!Steve looks like Ari but I'm too excited rn to look for/ make that gif)

And I'm thinking of you being like... just getting over your 4th orgasm and Steve is pulling out of you, fisting his cock until he’s painting your body in streams of hot cum. He wouldn’t dream of cumming inside you. He would only make you feel even wetter and sloppier and it would be harder for Bucky to last and he wouldn’t dream of this being anything but a fair competition. He wants to win but he knows he can earn it fair and square. No point having Bucky accuse him of cheating. Although a rematch is on Steve’s mind already

Your legs are fucking trembling as Steve grunts, his spend glistening on your skin, milking every last drop out before smirking at Bucky, letting him know it’s his turn to try again if he can handle it. But of course Bucky is up for the challenge.

He knows you can’t support yourself so he does it for you, pulling your back flush with his chest, one forearm braced in front of you to hold you there and his other hand spreading your folds, holding you between your legs while his cock slips in and out of you.

“God, think you’re enjoying this way too much, princess. You like being played with like this? You like being passed between your dad’s friends? Cause it sure looks like it. You’ve gone all silly on Bucky’s cock. He’s big, isn’t he? Bet it feels nice having him stretch you out like that. He nudges that little sweet spot inside you just right.” Steve is an absolute picture in front of you. He’s intently watching Bucky pound you with a smug smirk on his face. His forehead is sweaty, his muscles are bulging and he has one hand lazily tugging his hardening cock while the other rolls his balls that somehow still feel far too full.

“Think Stevie’s right, angel. You’ve been swapped between us for hours now and it’s still not enough for you. Guess it’s hard though, isn’t it? Cumming and cumming and still not feeling full. Stevie wasted a nice big load over your tummy. Bet it would’ve felt so much better inside you. Fillin’ you up. Drippin’ out of you while I fuck you. You’re just cum hungry, that’s why you can’t stop.” He knows he’s nailed it. You’re far too desperate for at least one of them to fill you up.

“P-please. Y-you both win. W-want you both. At the same time.” You manage to babble out in between Bucky’s pounding thrusts. Bucky’s eyes widen at your little admission while Steve’s flutter shut, his hand clamping around the base of his cock to stop him from spilling from just the suggestion.

And that’s how you end up with Bucky in your pussy while Steve takes your ass. Everything is just so much more intense. Someone is rubbing your clit with two fingers, there’s a hand playing with each of your nipples and another hand on your neck but you have no clue which hands belong to which man and you don’t particularly care.

“O-oh my god, you feel perfect, y’know that? Feel like heaven.” Bucky groans, losing it far too fast because you’ve been even wetter since Steve slipped into you, if that’s even possible.

“So tight. Fuck, can hardly move. Got her stuffed so full.” Steve sobs and he’s not even sure that you’ve stopped cumming since they began to fuck you in tandem.

The hand that’s on your neck reaches up, two thick fingers slipping into your mouth and you’re not even embarrassed at how quickly you begin to suck on them. Your moans are a little more stifled but somehow, just as loud and erotic and both men know one more orgasm might be enough for you but it’s nowhere near enough for them

[supermarvel-fics]

A Winner Never Loses

word count: 6,200

pairing: loki x fem!reader (pre-romantic)

cw: a smidge of angst

summary: the reader is genetically competitive and wins every single time someone in the compound challenges them to a game or bet. Loki expresses that he would like a turn at trying to beat them and the reader is intrigued to say the least.

ruthless and fluffy ler!loki <3

Growing up, you’d always been competitive. It was in your nature. All of it was fun and games, of course, but you tried to turn everything into a competition.

It never mattered what the instances were; you were always there to prove that you could and would win. Challenging your sibling to a Mario Kart match, seeing who could do their chores the fastest, racing your friends to a certain destination—without fail, you’d come out on top.

This hadn’t changed in your many years of life and now, as a young agent living at the Avenger’s compound with multiple superheroes and Gods, it’s only ignited your desire to win.

Close to everyone in the building has challenged you to a game, bet, or something of that variety and not once have you lost. You’ve successfully beaten Steve at his video game of choice twice, even though he swears up and down that you’ve cheated. Thor was brave enough to challenge you in a race down 10 flights of stairs, sporting a pout when he saw you standing at the bottom. Even Nat asked you to spar with her, hoping she could get the upper hand as a Widow, but you still pinned her to the floor as if it were as simple as breathing.

You had no special powers. You were just an ordinary human being with a competitive streak.

It was almost funny to you that everyone in the tower had to try and beat you at something. It was currently Peter’s turn; he asked if you would play his favorite video game with him only to see if he could beat you the way he’d absolutely demolished his best friend, Ned.

You stared at the cover of it, a fighting game of some sort that you had never played in your life, and gave him a confident smile.

“Sure, Peter,” You nodded modestly. You had a theory to your madness when it came to games and challenges you’ve never tried: act like you know what you’re doing.

So, you sat next to the young spiderling, controller in hand, waiting patiently for the match to start. Peter let the instructions roll through so you could read them, but you didn’t need them. You’ve played multiple fighting games before and you stick to what’s gotten you to the finish line every time.

You could tell Peter wanted to beat you by how hard he was thrashing each time his character would roundhouse kick yours. You just smirked and kept your cool.

By the end of round one, you had successfully come out on top. Peter was close to speechless, which was by far the best reaction you’d ever gotten out of your teammates because he never stops talking.

“I’ll never understand how you do that,” Steve’s voice came from behind you on the couch. You swiftly turned your head to see the Captain, along with Bucky, Thor, and Nat. You chuckled and shrugged.

“It’s a rare talent.”

“And you’re absolutely positive you’ve never played this game before,” Nat spoke up, raising an eyebrow. The others stared incredulously at you waiting for your response.

“I swear on my life,” You raised your hands up in innocence. A chorus of hums were heard from the group before Peter tapped you on the shoulder and asked for another round. He still couldn’t believe that you could defeat him at a game he’d been playing for years.

Shouts rooting for Peter could be heard through the compound as you and him battled once more. For a while, the teenager almost had you, but right at the very end, you gave everything you had into kicking his characters ass.

“NO WAY!” Bucky yelled. “How do you do that?”

A laugh coursed through you. “A winner never reveals their secrets.” Of course you’d never tell them that you just press random buttons and hope for the best. They’d never believe you anyway.

“It’s hard to believe that this young maiden can succeed at everything without some sort of ability,” Thor rumbled to the group. A smile found its way to your lips as you listened to your friends chat about you as if you weren’t in the same room.

“Listen,” You cut them off, “I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t have magic powers and I’m not cheating in any way! I’m just unbeatable.”

“Is that so?”

You could practically hear the smirk in the voice that came from behind you and Peter on the couch, knowing it belonged to the God of Mischief. You looked over your shoulder and put a face to the baritone voice. You were right, he was definitely smirking.

“I’d say it is so, yeah,” You returned Loki’s joking grin, twisting your body around so that you could better see the God.

“I know it to be true, brother!” Thor butted in from the other side of the room. “The young agent has conquered in every game and bet I’ve asked of her.”

“Hell, she even beat me in an arm-wrestling match and I’ll still never understand how she did that,” Bucky sheepishly said. You snorted and tilted your head towards him in amusement.

“You wanted to use your metal arm, but you’re not left-handed. I am!” You giggled. Bucky just rolled his eyes.

“Moral of the story; we’ve all tried to challenge her at some point, but she keeps winning. It’s very frustrating,” Peter grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’ve not yet tried,” Loki quipped. You looked back up at the dark-haired God and furrowed your brows. He was right. You’ve beaten everyone in the compound at their game or bet of choice except for Loki. You never sauntered up to people and asked for a challenge. You always let them come to you and as it had turned out, Loki just never asked.

It was surprising that he hadn’t, knowing how much he loves little games like this, but then again, you and Loki weren’t exactly close. You would absolutely call him a friend, but it’s hard to open up to someone who rarely spends time with you outside of missions.

You couldn’t blame him for that, obviously. You’d be withdrawn, too, had you tried to murder everyone in the compound years ago and not everyone had fully forgiven you. You were as friendly as you could possibly be to him, and while Loki smiled politely at you every once in a while, he still kept his distance.

There was a part of you that had a soft spot for him, honestly. He intrigued you and you desperately wanted to know more about him.

“Would you like to?” You asked him questioningly. “I mean, after hearing all these testimonies, I’d be pretty scared to go up against me.”

Loki scoffed jokingly and rolled his eyes. He strolled closer to the couch you had inhabited and pressed his hands onto the back of it, leaning forward to inch his face closer to yours.

“Darling, I’d love nothing more,” He whispered. Your cheeks burned for a slight moment at the sheer proximity of his face, but you quickly regained your composure. “What are your terms?”

“You can choose the game or bet, but it has to be 100 percent fair. No magic, no super strength tests. Just fun and innocent. Agreed?” You smiled, though it had a bit of deviousness in it. Loki returned it right back.

“Fun is my middle name,” Loki smirked.

“And not innocent?”

“When have you ever known the God of Mischief to be innocent?” He raised a brow at you and you chuckled. Never, you thought to yourself. “I will be sure to come up with something you are horrid at.”

“And that’s fair?” Nat asked him from across the common room. You swiveled your head towards her and held up a hand in defense, letting her know it was okay. You wouldn’t call yourself cocky or arrogant, but you were confident in your competitive abilities.

“Pick a place and time and I’ll be there,” You jested back to Loki. He hummed perceptively and backed away from you, regally turning around and leaving the common area. Once he’d disappeared, the silence from the others was deafening. “You all sound more terrified than I am.”

“Hey, as much as we all want you to lose when you go against us, I think we’re all rooting for you to win this time,” Steve spoke up. He rested his elbows on his knees and watched you with curious eyes to see how you were reacting to this whole situation.

“Seriously, he doesn’t terrify you?” Peter asked nervously.

You had to bite back a laugh. “Loki? No, of course not. He talks a big game, but he won’t get the upper hand.”

“I’m not so sure about that, young one,” Thor boomed. Your teammates focused their attention to the other God. “When Loki sees a challenge, he will not stop until he is victorious.”

“Well, then we might be doing this for the rest of my life because I don’t lose. Ever,” You smirked, standing up and marching out of the area, heading up to your own room.

You had conflicting emotions about Loki asking to challenge you. On one hand, you were cool and collected. Not once have you ever lost a game and you certainly don’t think your two-and-a-half-decade streak would go to waste now. On the other, Loki was Loki. Mischief and mayhem coursed through his blood as if it were the only thing keeping him alive. Surely, he’d come up with a way to get you to lose.

It took two more days for Loki to finally approach you again, letting you know he’d come up with a challenge. You followed him to the library and ogled at the chess board he sat down in front of. You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing and followed his lead, seating yourself across from him.

“Loki, I do know how to play chess,” You taunted. He nodded and shrugged. “What happened to ‘finding something that I’m horrid at?’” You mocked his accent and Loki chuckled deviously.

“Patience, now, darling. I decided to go easy on you for our first game. Though, your definition of ‘easy’ might be a bit different from mine considering that I am a master at playing chess,” the God planted his elbows on the table and propped his head up with his interlocked fingers.

“You call yourself a master because you’ve got over a thousand years on me? Loki, I don’t think that makes you a master. I think that just makes you old,” You teased. Loki blinked, but stayed silent. Mostly because he couldn’t believe a mere mortal such as yourself would dare to insult him, even if it was only a playful jest.

“Very well,” Loki sighed. “Shall we begin?”

After you had won the first game, you could see Loki’s expression begin to falter. What was once filled with self-assurance was now covered in timidness. He quickly asked to go again, hoping that the second time around, he’d be able to guess your moves ahead of time.

“Check in three,” You pointedly said to him. He scrunched his eyebrows together as he stared at the board, trying to see where you were going so that he could maybe throw you off. His hope did not come to fruition—you were true to your word and ultimately checked him in three moves. Loki hummed and sat back in his seat, still eyeing the chess board. “What’s wrong, Loki? I thought you said you were a master.”

“Careful, agent. Arrogance is unbecoming,” he snarled. You snickered and slid your chair back, standing tall across from him.

“Well, when you’re ready to lose again, come and find me.”

And with that, you swiftly left the room. You knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that nothing good would ever come out of taunting Loki the way you just had, but his confident demeanor made it so easy. He was so sure that he had you, and yet you won against him twice. You couldn’t help but be proud of yourself.

Another day had passed and Loki had come up to you again, offering another challenge for you. It wasn’t as brazen as you thought it might be, but it still gave you a twinge of fear.

“As I recall, you are absolutely terrible at keeping secrets and lying, which is amazing for me considering that I am the God of it,” Loki half-smirked.

“Careful. Arrogance is unbecoming,” You teased him for his comment yesterday. Loki scowled, but continued on.

“I will give you the rest of today to pull a prank on anyone in this compound. You will only win this challenge if you do so without being undetected. Bonus points if they think it was me who pulled said prank. Do we have a deal?”

“So, all you’re asking of me is to be the Goddess of Mischief?” You huffed. Loki was right; lying was never your strongest suit. That’s why the director always chose you for the combat missions rather than the ones where you have to pretend to be a married woman. Your face had always been a tell-tale sign that you weren’t telling the truth. A little smile that made its way to your lips was a dead giveaway.

“I’d never put it like that, but sure,” Loki leaned against your doorframe, observing as you battled with his challenge in your head. You’d never turned down a challenge and you’d never lost. You weren’t about to start now. Especially with Loki—you’d never hear the end of it from him.

“Deal,” You nodded towards him, then turned back around to face your laptop. “Do I get full bragging rights if I win?”

A silence fell over the two of you before Loki spoke up again. “I suppose that’s fair, yes. But never call yourself the Goddess of Mischief.”

You laughed and waved your hand to tell him to leave you be so that you could finish the project you were working on. Once you heard your door click shut, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in.

He’d succeeded in finding a task you were terrible at, but you weren’t going to let that deter you. Your competitive nature allowed you to push back those fears and get the job done. So, after an hour of brainstorming, you’d come up with the perfect prank. One no one would expect coming from you.

What most of the Avengers didn’t know, was that you had a background in computer science, making it very easy for you to manipulate and hack into technology. What they also didn’t know, was that about a month ago, you were in Tony’s office looking for something specific when you happened to come across an unmarked DVD of some sort. You were exceedingly curious, so you slipped it into your jacket and ran back to your room, shoving it into the player on your laptop.

What you didn’t expect to see on the tape was Tony singing and dancing to Dancing Queen by ABBA while constructing one of his first Iron Man suits. Why Tony decided to keep it, you never asked because you never returned it. You kept it hidden in your room for blackmail in case Tony got a particularly bigger ego than he already does.

So, this was the perfect opportunity. You hurriedly copied the DVD onto a flash drive and snuck down to the common area to create your attack. You had to be stealthy due to the amount of people passing through the room. The plan was simple. Stick the drive into the TV, ask Steve to get everyone to come to movie night, hog the remote.

After you finished setting up, you strolled out of the common room and made your way to the kitchen where Steve was cooking lunch.

“Hey,” you greeted him. He turned his head and smiled.

“Hey! I’m making burgers. Want one?”

“Maybe later. Thanks, though,” You politely declined. The two of you stood in silence for a while before you got the courage to speak up again. “You know, I was thinking, we haven’t had a movie night in a while. It’s Saturday and we don’t have much to do. Do you think everyone would want to come?”

“Yeah, that’s a great idea actually!” Steve said. “I’ll send out a mass email when I’m done here.”

You grinned at how utterly easy it was to get him to say yes. “Thank you, Steve! See you tonight.”

This was going to be good.

About 15 minutes before movie night was supposed to begin, you made your way down the hall towards the common room. On your way there, you happened to pass Loki’s bedroom and seeing that the door was cracked slightly, you knocked and peeked your head in.

“You coming to movie night?” You asked him innocently. Loki shut his book and searched your face for any sign that you’d lost the bet he’d given you.

“Would you like me to come?” He raised an eyebrow. You felt heat creep up your neck from the question and nodded slowly.

“Yes, I would. You don’t spend time with us often and I’ve liked getting to know you better,” You answered honestly. You genuinely smiled, but Loki took it as a smirk, giving you one right back.

“Have you lost the challenge, darling?”

You furrowed your brows, then raised them as high as they’d go. “No. I haven’t even pranked anyone, yet.” It wasn’t technically a lie.

“Time is ticking, you know,” the God rose from his seat and sauntered over to you. “I’d hate for you to lose by default because you couldn’t think of anything.”

You had to physically stop yourself from laughing, so you just bit the inside of your cheek. “I have until midnight. That’s four hours from now. Don’t count me out just yet.” You swiveled around and headed towards the common room with Loki hot on your tail.

“Honestly, agent, I think it’s sweet that you think you can win this one,” Loki stated in a hushed voice so that only you could hear. You allowed yourself to smile smugly, rolling your eyes at his utter confidence. You ignored him and sat yourself unceremoniously on the two-person couch. Loki scanned the room, finding that the only place he’d even want to sit was directly next to you.

You grinned happily as he chose the seat beside you, throwing a blanket over your legs. As everyone filtered into the room, you got more and more nervous, but you couldn’t let it show. You took a deep breath and centered yourself.

“I think that’s everyone,” Steve mumbled. “Wanda and Vision won’t be joining us because they’re—”

“That’s great, old man. What are we watching?” Tony interrupted him. Steve chuckled.

“I think since it was Y/N’s idea, they should pick the movie,” Steve held out the remote to you. Your eyes widened. Damn, if you’d known it would be this easy to start your plan, you’d prank people more often. After your initial surprise, you cleared your throat and thanked him, taking the remote from his hand.

You chose some random comedy movie, one that you’d seen before so your prank wouldn’t ruin it for you. You had to time it perfectly. You couldn’t do it too early, nor could you do it too late. You settled on about a quarter of the way into the movie when the plot was still developing.

Without a second thought, you carefully pressed a button on the remote that switched inputs so that the video of Tony dancing was shown on the screen. The entire room went completely silent, save for Tony, who gasped so loud you thought his lung might give out.

Luckily, you weren’t the first person to laugh. It was Peter, who was rolling on the floor while clutching his stomach. His laughter was like a domino—once he started, everyone else followed.

“Dancing Queen?” Nat snickered. Tony didn’t reply. He just ran to the TV to switch it off. You cackled over everyone else and playfully hit Loki on the shoulder.

“Ha! I remember you tehelling me about fihinding something embarrassing about Stark. Good one, Loki!” You yelled before continuing to laugh. Loki looked over at you in bewilderment.

“I beg your pardon!”

“Very funny, Reindeer games. How did you find that video of me?” Tony narrowed his eyes at the God who seemed incredibly dumbfounded at all that was happening around him. You spoke for him when he couldn’t seem to find the words.

“It was a while ago! He said he wanted to find something to blackmail you with after the air conditioning incident,” You lied. Loki sputtered and held his hands up in defense.

“Normally, I’d be proud of a joke such as this, but I swear to you, I didn’t even know this video existed! This little minx is the culprit,” Loki pointed over at you and you left your mouth hanging open in shock.

“I don’t believe you! You know why?” Tony asked rhetorically. “Because she’s a terrible liar and you’re the God of it!”

“Seriously, Loki, why would you even try to blame this on me? I mean, the channels switched by themselves and you are the only person in this room who has magic powers,” You justified. Loki glared at you menacingly.

“It’s called Seidr,” the God growled, then leaned in closer to you. “You will pay for this.” With that, he abandoned his seat and stomped out of the common room. The heroes laughed at the silliness of the situation and while they all teased Tony for the video, you couldn’t help but think you might have hurt Loki.

He did challenge you to get everyone to believe that he was the one who pulled the prank, but maybe you took it a bit too far. You sank in your seat a little, battling yourself on whether to tell the truth or just let it simmer out. He is the God of Mischief, after all.

Days later, you were starting to genuinely worry that you’d hurt Loki’s feelings about the prank. You hadn’t run into him other than when the team was training, and even then, he wouldn’t dare look at you.

After a week had passed and Loki was still giving you the cold shoulder, you decided that enough was enough. You missed your friend. You missed laughing with him and bantering back and forth. Loki got you like no one else did.

Right after dinner, when Loki still hadn’t shown his face, you wandered to his room instead of yours. You tapped on the door quietly, not wanting to disturb him if he was busy. You waited a few agonizing seconds before the doorknob turned and the door opened to reveal him in his pajamas.

A blush formed on your cheeks at the sight of him outside of his Asgardian armor. You’d never seen Loki so… relaxed.

“Agent,” Loki spoke up after the insufferable 5 seconds of silence. You snapped out of your thoughts and cleared your throat.

“Ah, uh, Loki. Hi. M-May I come in for a second?” You asked him nervously. He raised an eyebrow at you, but stepped out of the way to make room for you. You shuffled in shyly and kept your back turned to him as he shut the door, leaving just the two of you in a silent room. It felt incredibly vulnerable—you were aware of every breath, sniffle, and sigh.

“Is there something you need?” He questioned you. Your forgiveness, you thought to yourself.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, back still turned towards him. Loki walked a little closer to you, crossing his arms.

“What ever would you be sorry for?”

“The prank from last week. You obviously seem hurt because you haven’t spoken a word to me since and well, I miss you,” You rambled. “I didn’t mean for Tony to get that angry with you and I definitely didn’t mean to embarrass you in front of everyone.”

You turned back around, tears brimming at your eyes at the sight of him. It was at that moment that you fully realized that your love for him goes way beyond friendship.

Loki’s expression softened at the sight of your red eyes. “Darling, you didn’t embarrass me. I was only pretending to be angry with you. In fact, I was quite impressed with the caliber of your prank that I genuinely wish I’d have come up with it myself.”

You wiped a stray tear from your cheek and he stepped forward and placed a hand to the side of your head. You unknowingly leaned into his touch, your heart beating faster as you recognized how intimate this moment truly was.

“Why did you pretend to be angry with me?” You asked him in a soft voice. He smiled slightly and wiped another tear away with his thumb.

“Because I was trying to think of another challenge. I think I found one that I could win,” Loki chuckled with a hint of devilishness. You scoffed playfully and pushed his hand away from your face.

“Oh, so you let me sulk around the compound thinking that you hated me, but you were just thinking of a way to beat me at something?” You interrogated him. He nodded. “That’s foul even for you, Loki.”

“I think you’ll find this next game to be enjoyable. It will definitely put a smile on your face,” He smirked. You scrunched your brows in confusion as he motioned for you to sit on the edge of his bed with him. You obliged, folding one leg under the other to face him properly.

“Well, considering that I forgive you for making me believe that you wanted me dead, what might this challenge be?” You huffed. The God laughed quietly.

“Well, two days ago, I happened to be walking past the common area when I spotted you and the Sergeant playing a video game. A few of the others were gathered around as well, so I thought it would be okay for me to stop by and see what all the fuss was about,” Loki explained. You nodded as you listened to his story, but still had a puzzled look on your face.

“You were, of course, winning as you always do, but this time, Steve had convinced Thor to hinder your ability to play correctly.”

You wracked your brain for what Loki could possibly be talking about. You remember Bucky being a sore loser after the first round. You also remember Steve telling Bucky that since you won every single time, you should have a handicap for the next round to see if you could still win.

The group couldn’t decide on anything, so you and Bucky continued on as normal. That was until Thor, being the gentle giant he was, placed one of his hands on your shoulder to motivate you. His fingertips twitched at the side of your neck accidentally and you shrugged your shoulder up to your ear and flinched away from him. You fought to keep your place in the game despite the tickly feeling he’d given you.

Then, Steve spoke back up. “That’s a great idea, Thor! Let’s see if she can still win if someone is tickling her!”

You were still in the middle of the round, so it wasn’t like you could just get up and leave. You protested while keeping your eyes locked on the screen, but Thor had already started poking at your sides.

Ultimately, you still did end up winning because Bucky had apparently gotten distracted by your loud laughter.

But Loki couldn’t possibly be referring to that. Could he?

You looked back up to his face after realization hit you like a truck and you scrambled to get up. Loki was already one step ahead of you, grabbing your waist from behind and throwing you back onto his bed. He climbed on top of you and wrestled to get your wrists in his hands.

“No! Loki, you don’t have to do this!” You yelled out to him.

“Of course I do, agent. After your prank from last week and your arrogant behavior, you most definitely deserve this. Besides, you never back down from a challenge, do you?” Loki evilly asked. You grunted as you tried to escape from under him.

“I’m not seeing much of a challenge here. Looks to me like you’re just going to torture me for fun,” You scowled, though it was all in a joking way. If you were being completely honest, you didn’t mind being in this position. You loved this playful side of him.

Loki slowly raised your arms over your head and pinned them to the bed with one hand. “The game is very simple, really.”

“Mind telling me the rules, then?” You requested condescendingly. He smirked and leaned down to where his nose was touching the tip of yours. You held your breath for what he was about to say.

“If you laugh, you lose.”

And before you knew it, Loki had sat back up with your wrists still pinned to the bed with his left hand and started fluttering his fingers gently at your side. You let a strangled gasp slip through your mouth as you registered what Loki had said, then slammed your lips together tightly.

Like hell, if you’d lose.

Loki’s eyes burned into yours as his smug smirk took over his face, but you couldn’t dare look at him. So, you shut your eyes, too, trying to center yourself and block out the ticklish feeling.

“Be rest assured, agent, that I will win this little game. You either laugh and we end this quickly, or we can do this all night. Your call,” He stated. You grunted as his fingers against your left side became more prominent.

You took a deep breath before you reopened your mouth. “I don’t do ultim-AY-tums, L-Loki. This is cheating, MMM!” You let out a closed-mouth squeal as you felt Loki pinch at your lower ribs. You tried to lean away from him, but his hand only followed.

He dug into the spaces between your ribs, noticing that got a much bigger reaction out of you. Your lips broke into a smile and you started letting out subtle breaths through your nose to keep yourself from passing out. Surely, Loki wouldn’t take this too far.

“You are quite ticklish here,” the God smiled.

“Oh, shut up!” You quickly bit back. Loki stopped his ministrations and raised an eyebrow at you. A look that basically screamed, “Are you sure you want to go down that route with me?”

Your eyes widened and you immediately held your breath for what was to come, but Loki kept you on edge. He didn’t speak. You didn’t speak. He didn’t move. You didn’t move. After an agonizing minute of absolute silence, you finally spoke up.

“Loki, p-please, I’m sorry! I’ll tell everyone that the prank was me and not you, just please don’t tickle me!” You bargained with him. Loki chuckled and moved his hands higher, resting right at your underarms.

“Darling, I thought you didn’t do ultimatums,” He threw your words back at you, then descended down and scratched at the soft skin through your shirt. You bit your lip with a smile, hiding your face in your bicep. “Besides, this has nothing to do with your prank on Stark,” Loki continued. “It has to do with how utterly cocky you are about winning.”

“I-I’m not co—” Your sentence got cut off by Loki adding more pressure to his touch, hoping to get you to slip up and laugh.

“You also called me old and that, my dear, is another reason why you’re in this position,” He announced before shoving his thumb into the center of your underarm and using his other four fingers to scratch at the back of your ribs.

You let out a shriek, then fell into silent laughter that had your face turning a shade of red Loki had never seen on a mortal before.

“I would advise you to laugh before you fall faint,” Loki teased. He paused his attack for a brief moment, letting you have the air you so desperately needed. You sputtered out a few coughs and took a deep breath prior to shooting daggers at Loki with your eyes.

“I. Don’t. Lose,” You spoke with intention. The God of Mischief smirked down at you again. He switched the hands that were holding your wrists hostage and started trailing his free hand down the right side of your body. He was looking for a sign; a sign on your face that would give away your weakest spot.

He slid past your ribs, then your sides, letting his short fingernails trace over your stomach for a moment. You tensed up, but otherwise kept your face stone cold. He continued down, shifting a little and biting your lip when he got to your hip bones.

Loki hummed and let his hand go limp against you. “I would wager that you will lose this game within the next 2 minutes.”

You did your best not to react, but if Loki was thinking what you were thinking, then you’d also wager that you would lose. Your hips were so unbearably ticklish. Even if someone wasn’t trying to intentionally tickle you, when anyone touched your hips, you’d let out a small grimace or giggle and shift away from them.

So, you were positively screwed. And you were shot back to reality when Loki’s fingers twitched maddeningly gently at the dip next to the bone. You inhaled and jolted, eyes going wide and pleading with him silently.

Loki chuckled and removed his hand from your wrists, shooting it down to mirror his left.

“Make that 10 seconds.”

“NO!” You screamed, but Loki had already started; wiggling his thumbs against your hips and squeezing the skin on the sides of them. You tried to contain it, you truly did, but his technique was impeccable. It drove you into hysterics immediately.

“WAHAHAHAIT! LOKIHIHI!” You bucked up to try and escape from under him, but your muscles were weakened by holding your breath due to his previous onslaught.

“My, my, it looks like I’ve won,” Loki beamed, grinning down at you.

“OKAHAHAY! OKAY! POINT MAHAHAHADE! PLEHEHEHEASE NOT THERE!” You squealed through your laughter. Loki obliged, but didn’t stop completely. He shifted his hands back up to your ribs, prodding at them with the intent to keep you laughing. Now that your shield had been brought down, you couldn’t help but continue to giggle.

“You cohohompletely cheheheated, Loki,” Your hands reached for his wrists to try and stop him.

“If I recall, you said no magic or super strength tests. I refrained from using my seidr and you could have gotten away if you truly wanted to,” Loki smirked. Your face went hot at his words because you knew it to be true. You missed this playful side of him and he was correct—you could have completely thrown him off of you. But you didn’t because you loved this, even if you’d never admit it outright.

Loki fluttered his fingers at your tummy just above your navel and smiled fondly down at you as you let go of his wrists to cover your burning cheeks with your hands.

“Now, I have a proposition for you,” Loki said, making casual conversation with you as if he wasn’t tickling you senseless.

“Ahahahand what would thahahat behehe?” You asked through your soft giggles. Loki flattened both of his hands across your belly and rubbed it to rid of the remaining tingling feeling. You quickly came down from your ticklish euphoria as you looked into his eyes. They were sincere. More than they ever have been.

“If you join me for breakfast tomorrow at the quaint café down the street, then I will not tell the others that I’ve finally beaten you at something,” Loki said, face full of sincerity. Your breathing hitched at the implications of his words. Did he feel the same way you felt for him?

“You’re asking me out to breakfast in exchange for keeping my dignity intact?” You eyed him quizzically. He bobbed his head, but stayed silent. “I don’t know, Loki, you know I don’t do ultimatums.”

Loki’s expression dropped, but then quickly regained its mischievous look as he heard the tone in your voice.

“You cheeky minx!” He said through gritted teeth and dove his fingers into the side of your belly. You snickered and arched away from him, but he stopped just as quick as he started. “I believe you’ll find the request beneficial because if I tell the others, they will ask how I beat you and I will be forced to tell them. You will never know peace once they learn how to incapacitate you and honestly, I’d like to keep this little piece of information between you and me.”

Loki taunted you with one pinch to your hip bone and you squeaked, slapping his hands away. Your smile was stuck to your face even after he stopped tickling you. Loki wanted to take you on a date. A real, honest to God date.

Who were you to deny him that?

“What time tomorrow?” You smiled.

“I’ll stop by your room at 8.”

You may have lost the challenge, but in a way, you still won.

[winterhawkkisses]

Bucky and Clint and a corn maze for the autumn prompt please?

Loving all your stories and shares!

Bucky Barnes was brought up in Brooklyn, and as such had been woefully unprepared for the concept of corn mazes as some kinda competitive sport.

"Swear to God," Clint muttered, shoving his feet into unlaced boots at some ridiculous time in the morning, "if the Butchers win again this year I am going to shove my foot so far up that judge's ass -"

Bucky must've made a sound, or raised an eyebrow, or given off some kinda aura that questioned Clint in this, 'cos Clint whirled on him and pinned him with a crazy-eyed stare.

"Five years," he said, low and fervent. "Five goddamn years of the same Iowa Hawkeyes logo, stalk for goddamn stalk. I have done Steve's shield. I have done a damn circus. I have done the cataclysmic destruction of the Death Star that I had to finish with a scythe -"

"I don't understand that reference," Bucky said, deadpan, and Clint pointed a shaking finger at his chest, opened his mouth, then snapped it shut again and threw his hands in the air, slamming the screen door behind him.

Bucky couldn't help sniggering into his coffee.

It wasn't always so dramatic. Sure, the farm in general, where the pace of the days was generally pretty slow, peace rising up from the ground like the morning mist, but also the run-up to fall and the county fair. Most of it was quieter: Clint groaning happily as Bucky tried out another pie recipe on him, determined to perfect it this year; the daily measurement of a beast of a pumpkin, and Clint's cracked voice singing rock ballads to it every night before bed.

Somehow he'd got it in his head, though, that everything was riding on his corn maze this year. Somehow everything seemed to be hinging on getting it just right, and Clint had strung up a sheet over the back bedroom window so Bucky couldn't jinx it by seeing it too soon.

"Like seeing a bride before the wedding?" Bucky asked, unable to keep the laugh outta his voice, and Clint had twitched and headed hurriedly out to sing Sweet Child Of Mine.

"Hey," Bucky murmured from the porch swing one evening, catching Clint by the belt loops as he paced along the porch and pulling him closer, between his legs. "Hey, Clint, it's gonna be fine. You've got this."

Clint ran his hands through his hair, looking down at Bucky with a weird sort of vulnerability in his eyes.

"You think?"

"I know it," Bucky said, pulling him in closer still, wrapping his arms around Clint's lean hips and resting his cheek against a plaid shirt that still carried the warmth of the late summer sun. "You can do anything you set your mind to."

Clint's hand came up to cup the back of Bucky's head, his callused thumb catching a little as it swept across his hair.

"You know I love you, right?" Clint said, and Bucky couldn't help but smile with it, the way happiness filled him up like there'd always been a space ready for it.

"Sure," he said. "I know."

*

It was the week before the fair when Clint finally seemed to settle. Not completely relaxed, maybe; more like the pause at the top of the rollercoaster, where all the potential's somehow resolved itself into a final moment of calm.

He cornered Bucky in the kitchen, taking the coffee mug out of his metal hand and weaving their fingers together instead.

"It's ready," he said, on a long breath. "You wanna see?"

Bucky couldn't help laughing a little, but followed along gamely enough as Clint dragged him up the stairs, then climbed the precarious ladder into the loft before opening the little window that led out onto a just about perchable part of the roof. Bucky led the way out, bracing himself on the weathercock - which was a good thing, since it gave him something to grab when he finally got a look at the corn maze Clint'd been working on so long.

He'd been expecting the title card for Dog Cops, maybe. Or Iron Man in flight, like Clint'd been promising Tony for at least the last few years. He hadn't expected -

"What d'you think?" Clint asked, just by his ear, and Bucky let out a choked laugh, reaching back to grab Clint's hand.

Most of it was - it had to function as a real maze, if it was gonna win, and the complicated knotwork was gonna make it a bitch to run. Bucky's focus, though, was the center of it all, the way the corn had been cut away to ask the curling cursive question Bucky, marry me?

"Think it'll beat the Hawkeyes?" Clint asked, and Bucky turned to drag him down so he could press their foreheads together, so Clint could be close enough to hear him breathe out a fervent yes.

[stevethehairington]

♦️ and Steve Harrington

hiiii! thank you for sending this in and sorry it took a few days to get back with my answer!!

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

quirks:

even though steve is like, big on styling his hair, i like to think that he actually has a habit of constantly touching it. like, when he's nervous he'll run his fingers through it, toss it to the side, scratch at the back of his neck and mess with the end of it that sit against his nape. or if he's frustrated he'll tug on the strands. or those moments when he just doesn't know what to do with his hands, they go to his hair. he catches himself doing it a lot, often will start to reach for it before remembering that he took the time to do his hair up today so touching it would ruin that and his hand falls back to his side.

also, as we've seen in that one gifset, steve pinches his nose when he's trying not to cry. it's almost like he's physically trying to hold the tears back. but there's just something about focusing on the pressure at the bridge of his nose instead of whatever it is that's pushing him towards the edge that helps, so he keeps doing it.

he loves to tell dad jokes and he is chock FULL of those really corny dad sayings, like when he gets the bill at dinner he goes "alright, what's the damage?" or when he's ready to leave he'll turn to whoever he's giving a ride home and say "let's rock and roll" before heading out to the car or he 100% does that thing where he'll be sitting on the couch in the wheeler basement during movie night and he's sitting there with his arms crossed and his head tipped back and he's definitely absolutely totally sleeping, like he's even snoring a teeny tiny bit, and when one of the kids like kicks him to wake him up he'll sort of snuffle and blink around and go "no, no, i'm not sleeping, i'm just resting my eyes".

hobbies:

steve is a jogger. he takes it up as a low pressure form of exercise because, well, he's not in high school anymore. he doesn't have basketball or baseball or swim to rely on to keep himself in shape. and while he is absolutely not like out here trying to this totally jacked dude, he does want to stay in shape. (plus the routine of it is good for him). ((double plus, well, it's hard to predict the next time he's going to need to run for his life so. might as well stay prepared, right?)) but yeah, he takes up running and he likes it. it makes him feel good. it's low stakes, too. there's no competition, or prize to win, or records to beat. it's just him and his shoes and the trail. so he does it every morning. wakes up with the sun, has far too much energy and far too chipper of an attitude for 6:30 in the morning (which eddie complains about often and quite vocally), laces up his shoes, and hits the pavement.

in addition to jogging, i think he would take a liking to hiking too. more physical activity, this time with the promise of reaching a destination. he likes to enjoy the fresh air and connect with the nature around him. his favorite hikes are the ones he can convince eddie to join him on. eddie complains a lot (mostly about the heat or the early hour or his legs feeling like jelly) but he also genuinely does enjoy it and he lets steve know that too. holds his hand while they hike up the hill, tips his head onto steve's shoulder when they reach the top and watch the sun rise.

steve also takes up knitting. or crocheting. or both. he finds it very calming, the repetitious movements, and he loves watching nothing turn into something before his very eyes. the first sweater he knits is the ugliest thing ever, but eddie insists that he has to wear it, and without fail, every time the weather starts to turn cold, he pulls that lumpy thing out and wears it proudly. steve gets better over time, and once he's good enough, he loves to make things for his friends. sweaters, socks, hats, gloves. all of it. they all love their gifts and wear them all the time.

i think it would also be fun if steve got into like putting together model cars. like one day eddie has to go to some craft store for more paint or something and steve tags along, and while eddie's searching for his paint, steve's wandering the store and he comes across this model car that's his exact make and model BMW and he's like hey! it's my car! and so he's like what the hell and buys it, and he takes it home, and he works on it, and he actually finds it pretty fun, putting it together. i don't think he'd be the kind of person that would get like obsessively into this, but i think he'd find it fun to do every so often.

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[starkscosmos]

beach day

masterlist

pairing: avengers x stark!reader | implied peter parker x reader

warnings: hmm i’m not sure

summary: you and the avengers take a much needed trip to the beach

your dad decided to take the team to the beach for the day

he said it would boost moral

which it did

but probably not in the way he’d hoped

as soon as you arrived steve made everyone set up in a spot as far away from any other people as possible

literally you couldn’t see anyone for like a mile

and then he made everyone put on sunscreen

but tony was having none of it

“tony you have to or you’ll burn!”

instead he put in his airpods so he could block steve out

steve even tried to apply it himself

but tony just slapped his hands away

now you’d all set up

so bruce suggested everyone should have a sandcastle competition

he said it was a team building exercise

you all partnered up

you went with peter

whoever builds the best castle in 5 minutes wins

no powers allowed

now you and peter thought you did great

it genuinely looked good

but then you looked at wanda and nat’s

you kind of wanted to cry

like where does one learn to do that?

of course they won

thor was pretty jealous

he stormed off making sure he fully flattened nat and wanda’s sandcastle while doing so

you and peter had to run after him

“don’t worry thor, we thought your sandcastle was great!”

it wasn’t

after calming thor down, you and peter decided to get the soccer ball out

it started off with you two just passing the ball back and forth

but then it soon turned into a full match

on your team there was bucky, wanda, thor, your dad and rhodey

on peter’s there was nat, sam, clint, pietro and steve

vision decided to sit this one out

he’s a robot

there’s not a lot he could do

but anyways

the game started pretty slow

which was weird

usually you were all super competitive

it seemed the only ones trying were you and peter

i mean at one point thor literally kicked the ball straight into the water

“i thought you were over there!”

“why the hell would i be in the sea!?”

the game ended goalless

“ooh ice cream!”

this got people’s attention

you were all really hungry

everyone looked at tony for approval before running over to join the queue

there were already quite a lot of people waiting there

and some of you

sam and bucky

weren’t that patient

“i’m sorry but i’m not british, i don’t want to wait an hour just for ice cream.”

“sam i think that’s racist.”

now you were all eating your ice creams while sat on the sand

well except steve

and vision

vision for obvious reasons

and well steve refused to eat anything unhealthy

he believes there would be a public outrage if the captain america were to be seen eating ice cream

which wasn’t possible

he literally made you set up in the middle of nowhere

nobody was going to find you

“why don’t you and peter go in the sea?”

your dad was sunbathing next to you

you look at peter and he shrugs

“i don’t know it looks kind of cold dad.”

“y/n it’s 98° i think you’ll be okay.”

you sigh and start walking to the water with peter

thor decided to join you too

the sea was actually really warm

like pleasantly warm

but when peter decided to splash you with it

you weren’t exactly happy

neither was he when you retaliated

soon enough it turned into a splash fight

thor joined in too

but he started crying because water got in his eyes

“it stings!”

he was literally wearing goggles

then you heard something

under the water

it was moving

the three of you stood completely still

“what is that!?”

you whisper yell

“i think it’s a shark!!”

the mysterious object starts to float to the surface of the water

and then you finally see what it is

it’s steve

steve

you let out a sigh of relief

“steve what the hell? we thought you were a shark!”

“y/n don’t worry there’s no sharks in europe.”

“thor we’re not in europe.”

after messing around in the sea for a little while you’re eventually called for food

wanda had made hot dogs for everyone

they were amazing

obviously

it’s wanda

she’s the best cook you know

and you quite literally know professional chefs

“wanda these are gorgeous!”

“thanks! vis helped too.”

“wait vision can cook!?”

your dad looked so proud

finally one of his children had learnt to cook

and it was a robot

by night, steve had set up the bonfire

it was really cold out

peter let you have his hoodie

which your dad didn’t like

but it’s better than you dying from hypothermia

kind of?

you handed out the marshmallows and peter gave everyone a stick thingy

you know what i mean

the sharp ones that you stick the marshmallow on

yeah well

that resulted in thor dropping his on the ground

he still ate it though

you’ll never be able to understand that child

yes he’s a child

i mean you had to melt his marshmallow for him

so a child

the night ended with fireworks

they were beautiful

it was a great end to a great (???) day

till everyone decided to get drunk

[raineydays411]

The adventure continues

Bruce Banner x daughter! reader

Summary: It’s been about two weeks since you’ve been on Sakaar. You and Loki have been kissing the Grandmasters ass in order to stay in his favor. That’s when you see a familiar face.

A/n: Hello! So I finally found the energy to write this chapter lol sorry it took so long. Also, I’m not too sure how to spell Sakaar, soo if there are different spellings please ignore that 

You sigh as you sit next to Loki. It’s been about two weeks since you came to this planet. You haven’t even begun looking for your father. No, instead you and Loki have been running around kissing the Grandmasters ass. 

You found the man amusing, his chaotic energy was entertaining to say the least. But he had an air of danger to him. You tried to make sure to stay on his good side. Loki seemed to have the same idea as well. 

You and Loki have become significantly closer during your stay here. You never thought that you’d be so close to the God that tried to take over your planet, but here you were. Since your talk in the tailor's room, Loki has become increasingly overprotective over you. He was constantly by your side, glaring at anyone who dared to come up to you. Now as annoying as that sounds, he has gotten you out of some sticky situations. 

For example, there was this one time this alien tried to kidnap you, claiming that as a terran, you’d make him rich. Well before he was able to step even a foot away, Loki was there and almost ripped his arm off. The only thing that stopped him was the Grandmaster. He assured you and Loki that the kidnapper would be taken care of by his “Champion”. Whatever that meant.

That was another thing you tried to avoid on this planet. The Grandmaster’s fights. Something about the idea of sometimes innocent beings being forced to fight for others entertainment was wrong to you. And while to the rest of the population it was the norm, you just couldn’t stand the thought of watching these people slaughter each other.

Other than these few incidents, you and Loki have fit in pretty nicely. Loki was at ease with this crowd, charmingly talking to them and winning them over with his silver tongue. And you have made a name for yourself as well. You were known as one of the best storytellers in Sakaar. Of course, you usually told plots of the movies, plays, and books you memorized from Earth. But what they didn’t know won’t hurt them. But unlike Loki, you were getting restless. You wanted to find your father and go home. You miss Tony and Pepper, the way they were so sweet to each other, and the way Steve would ruffle your hair in the kitchen after his work outs. You wondered of they were worried about you as  you have been missing for two weeks now. 

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice a familiar face who was strapped down in a chair. However, you did notice when Loki went tense next to you. Looking up at him you raised an eyebrow, silently asking if he was okay.

“I’m fine”, he said quickly, “Darling, it seems as if the Grandmaster will be inviting us to watch the newest competition, perhaps you’d want to make yourself scarce before he comes.” 

You smile, appreciating the warning and stood up excusing yourself. You thought you heard someone call for Loki, but brushed it off as he was very popular among this crowd. You made your way to your room, desperate for some peace and quiet. 

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Loki lets out a relieved sigh, knowing that if you saw Thor in that chair, you would have made a rash decision and ruin all the plans you both had made.

He stands up, excusing himself from the small group that formed around him. He rushes to Thor, shushing him.

“What?!” ,Thor asks confused on why Loki was shushing him. 

“You’re alive?”, Loki says, in a hushed tone. Thor looks up at him as much as he could, the chair restricting his movements. 

“Of course I’m alive!”, He shouts quietly

“What are you doing here?”

“What to you mean what am I doing here?!” ,Thor says exasperatedly, “ I’m stuck in this stupid chair! Where’s your chair?”

“I didn’t get a chair”

“Then get me out of this one!”

“I can’t”

The two brothers were so caught up in their silent bickering, they didn’t notice the Grandmaster appear right next to them.

“What are you whispering about?”

The two jumped apart. 

“Time works differently around these parts.”, He says, “Anywhere else I would be like millions of years old but here in Sakaar I’m like...”

He trails off, leaving an awkward silence. He smiles and glances at Loki as if he was waiting for him to say something. Loki laughs nervously, looking from Thor to the Grandmaster. Thor looked in between the two totally confused on what was happening. 

Seeing he wasn’t going to get an answer, the Grandmaster continued, 

“ In any case, you know this uh, um”, he turns to Thor, “ You call yourself the ‘Lord of Thunder?”

“God of Thunder” ,Thor corrects, he gestures at Loki, “Tell him”

“I have never seen this man in my life.” 

“He’s my brother!” ,Thor shouts getting frustrated.

“Adopted.”

The Grandmaster looks at Loki, “ Is he any kind of fighter?”

“You take this thing out of my neck and you’ll find out.” 

The Grandmaster laughs in amusement, as if Thor told him a joke instead of threating him. 

“Hey Sparkles, here’s the deal, anyone who defeats my champion shall win their freedom.” 

As the Grandmaster and Thor had their conversation, Loki’s mind was racing. He had a plan. A plan to overthrow the Grandmaster and (reluctantly) help you find your father, even though he doesn’t know who your father is. He already adjusted the plan when you arrived, and now Thor. He has to keep both you and him in the Grandmasters favor. 

He’s snapped out of his thoughts when he hears Thor call his name once more. He turns to see him being carted away on the chair he was bound to. He smiles at the Grandmaster and excuses himself, forcing himself to mingle once more and not rush off to find you. After a while, he manages to sneak away from the crowds and go back to his room. He finds the room where all the gladiators are being held and makes a clone, stepping into the prison. He sees Thor, saying a prayer for Odin as they were not able to give him a proper burial. He joins in, seeing Thor tense up at his voice. 

“It hurts doesn’t it...being told you are one thing only to find out that it was a lie.”

Then Thor turned and sat indignantly, refusing to acknowledge Loki.

“I couldn’t jeopardize our position with the Grandmaster. It took time for us to win his trust. He’s a lunatic, but he can be amenable.” 

ping. Thor throws another pebble at Loki. Loki sighs, knowing that it was going to be useless talking to him at the moment.

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You sat in your room, listening to music on your phone. You may not have any cell service, but surprisingly, this planet has great Wi-Fi. 

You’re writing in a journal you found in the bag Strange gave you. Ever since that first day you arrived at Sakaar, you have been journaling your experiences, thoughts, and feelings in this journal. You also have been writing down methods you could use to find your dad.

You were so lost in the music and your writings that you didn’t notice Loki walk into your room. He saw that you weren’t paying attention and decided to scare you. 

He crept quietly, making sure to make no sudden movements that would catch your eye. But before he could actually scare you, you spoke up. 

“Don’t even think about it Loki.”

“How did you know it was me?” ,He asked, surprised at your reflexes. 

“I can smell your hair gel from outside the door.” You say, rolling over to look at him and removing your earbuds. You laugh at the offended look on his face. 

You both chuckle and then Loki’s face turns serious. 

“Y/n, we have a problem.” 

At those words, your heart begins to race. You worry that the Grandmaster has lost trust in the both of you, or he has become suspicious of you both. 

“What’s wrong?”, You ask, chewing on your lip in anxiety. 

“It seems that Thor has found his way on Sakaar.” 

You breath a sigh if relief, “ Oh, is that it? That’s fine, we can just get him on board and adjust out plan--”

“No, we can’t.”, Loki interrupts.

You squint in confusion, “Why not?”

“It seems that the oaf has gotten himself captured and forced into the gladiator fights.”

You gasp and quickly stand up, “We have to help him! He could be killed!”

“Calm down”, Loki says, resting his hands on your shoulders, “ Thor is far stronger than you believe. He will be able to handle himself. What we need to do for now is to keep our heads, and stick to the plan.”

“Stick to the plan?! Loki, we can’t just leave Thor on his own!”

Loki sighs, “ It’ll be better in the long run. If the Grandmaster suspects mutiny, we can both be killed or forced to fight as well.”

You stay silent, taking in the words that Loki is telling you. 

“Alright.” ,You agree, disappointed you couldn’t do anything to help Thor.

“That’s a good girl.” Loki says, patting your head. He turns to walk out of the room, “ Come along, we mustn’t give the Grandmaster any suspicions.”

You roll your eyes, hiding your phone and journal in your bag. Following Loki down the hallways, you sigh. You miss home. You miss your dad, And you feel completely useless. 

“Darling”, Loki whispers, “Now, I know you don’t like the idea...but perhaps you should make an appearance at the fights”

Your eyes widen at the suggestion, but before you speak Loki continues. 

“ I won’t force you, but just know that the Grandmaster is incredibly proud of his champion, and you seeing it would be more points toward you.”

You nod. You’d have to go eventually. Might as well get it over with. 

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You and Loki arrive to the arena late. You didn’t miss much except for the opening act. You hear the roaring of the large crowd, thirsty for blood and carnage. It churns your stomach. 

Then the Grandmaster appears in hologram. You don’t really pay attention, you just force yourself to relax. You know that if Thor is fighting then he’ll be okay. But the thought of watching a friend murder another living being that is most likely innocent makes bile rise in your throat. 

You’ve never been a person who likes violence. Violence meant that you and your dad had to move again, violence meant that you would be left alone.

Despite this, Tony made sure that you knew how to defend yourself if you had to. You trained with Natasha at first but...it didn’t go so well. So you started training with Steve and Bucky. You learned quickly but hardly ever used your training. Mainly for stress relief or a good work out.

But here on Sakaar, you had to be on guard all the time. It was exhausting. You couldn’t imagine what it would be like if Loki wasn’t here. Surely without him you would be dead. 

You zone back in, hearing the Grandmaster introduce the first contender. 

“Ladies and gentlemen...I give you...Lord of Thunder. Watch out for his fingers, they sparkle.”

To your surprise, Thor walks out from his waiting area, the crowd booing as he enters. He was wearing different armor and most noticeably, his hair was cut. He had red markings going down the side of his face. 

“Jeez, now I remember why I had a small crush on him back in the day” you mutter to yourself. Loki looks at you in disgust and disappointment. You avoid his gaze, looking intensely at the arena. 

“Okay! Lets get ready to welcome this guy” 

The crowd cheers, getting excited for the next contender. The grandmaster rubs his hands together.

“Here he comes” 

a boom goes off and green smoke fills the air. The crowd applauds and cheers as they burst. 

“He is a creature. What can we say about him", 

Rumbling shakes the ground as the arena is lifted. Your chest fills with anxiety, this champion must be big if they have to lift the arena. You turn to Loki, seeing his face light up with a mix of emotions. 

“Well hes unique. There’s none like him” 

The rumbling continues as the area is still being lifted. 

“I feel a very special connection to him.” 

You see Thor prepare to fight, putting on a helmet. Concern fills your heart and the audiences cheers fill your ears. 

“Hes undefeated.” 

Loki’s words fill your head. Reminding you that Thor is a god. He’ll be okay.

“He’s reigning”

You settle down, trying to reign in your anxiety.

“He’s the defending.”

 Loki looks at you and smiles, brushing a curl out of your face and patting your cheek. You instantly feel better, knowing that someone is there for you.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I give you” 

“This guy really knows how to build suspense.” You whisper to Loki, who snorts into the drink he has. You both quiet down as the champions doors finally start to open.

“Your Incredible...” 

A roar fills the arena. A roar that makes your blood grow cold and your breath stop.

“HULK”

And there, bursting out of his holding area, was the Hulk. Dressed in gladiator armor, holding an axe and club in both hands. The crowd goes wild, cheering loudly at the sight of their champion. 

Your father, who has been missing for four years, was the Grandmasters champion.

“I have to get off this planet.” Loki says, pale at the memory of what the Hulk is capable of. He pulls you up from the couch, you lax with the shock, an rushes to leave.

“Hey, hey, hey where are you two going.” The Grandmaster intercepts the two of you guiding you both back to the seats. 

“Is she okay? She looks like she’s about to be sick” The grandmaster says, scooting away from you like you were contagious. Loki looks at you in concern and asks if you are okay. 

But you could barely hear him. You didn’t hear anything. You were just focused on the arena. Finally seeing the man who you were looking for.